firsts
I love firsts. I love firsts especially when I'm suprised that they happen.
This is going to be part of the too much info category... just a warning.
Brent and I went with some friends to a cabin this weekend. Each room was a master, full bathroom attached. We've been away multiple times, staying together, but somehow, this time, I was in a position where I needed to poop but he was in the room connected to the bathroom and I knew I wouldn't be able to escape him hearing me. Even at my house, the bathroom is down the hall enough that you can't hear if you're in the bedroom or the living room.
So, I tell him I have to poop and not to listen. I close the door and he laughs at me, asking why I'm closing the door. Then he talks to me through the door the whole time, laughing at me and saying things like, "I heard that" or "Whew!". I was laughing with him. The poop was stuck. I was in there forever and when I finally got out, he continued to talk with me about it. I ended up telling him (in a child's voice because I can't keep a straight face) that I was constipated because of meds I'm on and had a bunch of rabbit poops. We end up having this in depth discussion full of laughter about poo.
But wait, there's more.
So, the next day (cause I'm clockwork), I go into the bathroom and go to close the door and he redrums me, sticking his head in the door as I'm sitting down and starts talking about why it's a big deal if he's in there with me. I shew him out. "KEEP THE MYSTERY ALIVE" I yelled and he laughed at me again.
I realize this is silly. And maybe a little disgusting.
But.
It was a first. It was honest. It was something that somehow made me feel that much closer to him. Weird, I know.
Now you guys know, too. ;)
...look, i said i'd write. i didn't say it'd be deep and thoughtful.
This is going to be part of the too much info category... just a warning.
Brent and I went with some friends to a cabin this weekend. Each room was a master, full bathroom attached. We've been away multiple times, staying together, but somehow, this time, I was in a position where I needed to poop but he was in the room connected to the bathroom and I knew I wouldn't be able to escape him hearing me. Even at my house, the bathroom is down the hall enough that you can't hear if you're in the bedroom or the living room.
So, I tell him I have to poop and not to listen. I close the door and he laughs at me, asking why I'm closing the door. Then he talks to me through the door the whole time, laughing at me and saying things like, "I heard that" or "Whew!". I was laughing with him. The poop was stuck. I was in there forever and when I finally got out, he continued to talk with me about it. I ended up telling him (in a child's voice because I can't keep a straight face) that I was constipated because of meds I'm on and had a bunch of rabbit poops. We end up having this in depth discussion full of laughter about poo.
But wait, there's more.
So, the next day (cause I'm clockwork), I go into the bathroom and go to close the door and he redrums me, sticking his head in the door as I'm sitting down and starts talking about why it's a big deal if he's in there with me. I shew him out. "KEEP THE MYSTERY ALIVE" I yelled and he laughed at me again.
I realize this is silly. And maybe a little disgusting.
But.
It was a first. It was honest. It was something that somehow made me feel that much closer to him. Weird, I know.
Now you guys know, too. ;)
...look, i said i'd write. i didn't say it'd be deep and thoughtful.