“Excuse me, there is a roly poly on your shoulder.” A woman says to me at the YMCA, as I try to transfer my family membership to the branch we frequent most often. I’ve been trying to transfer this membership for the past three weeks, my kids are getting kind of impatient with the process. All three are sitting on the floor between me and the counter, one is laying down, moaning as if sitting on an acid soaked towel. I’ll get back to that…
It’s interesting to me how some things get less gross.
Like messy poop or projectile vomit for [...]