LLAMA MAMA.

This post is TMI.

You should stop reading now.

To my memory, it has been since Thursday.  Since Thursday.  I haven't pooped a good poop since Thursday.

Instead, I have been pushing out a single lump of coal at every attempt and trying to feign satisfaction.

I have downed gallons of water and apple juice and handfuls of Colace.  Nothing.

I made an emergency trip to Five Guys Burgers and Fries.  Nothing.

I ate three pieces of Fried Chicken and some really greasy fried biscuits. . . .

And I was starting to consider getting "up in there" and manually assisting what shouldn't be this hard.

Then, I shit a llama.

And now, I'm much better.

I hope your Sunday is a beautiful one.