a green bag of poo
I'm on a business trip. That sounds reasonably grown-up, doesn't it? At least I'm not in a cube, I'm in beautiful Tampa, F-L-A. In the bathroom of my hotel, in the trashcan, is a green bag. The contents of this bag include a couple of used baby wipes and a soiled diaper.
We passed through the hotel earlier long enough for me to check in, and for Elliot to be fed and changed before moving on to Tarpon to drop him and his mom off for a couple of days. This is where the green bag of poo in my hotel bathroom came from.
I got back in the room a couple of minutes ago, and made use of the facilities. Number one if you're keeping track at home. I looked down and noticed a green bag of poo in the trash can.
And I smiled.
We passed through the hotel earlier long enough for me to check in, and for Elliot to be fed and changed before moving on to Tarpon to drop him and his mom off for a couple of days. This is where the green bag of poo in my hotel bathroom came from.
I got back in the room a couple of minutes ago, and made use of the facilities. Number one if you're keeping track at home. I looked down and noticed a green bag of poo in the trash can.
And I smiled.