And they say romance is dead.

Joel has been traveling a lot this year.  Every other week or so, he's in California working on a huge project for work.  This will be going on until October, so we're halfway there!  It totally sucks, but it's good because it reminds me of how I used to live when I was single and so I appreciate having him around so much more.  It's also good because it gives me a lot of time to watch TV that Joel doesn't like to watch, like any of my favorite police procedurals and/or shows about psychics/mothers/elderly/crazy people who solve crime in their spare time.  (I didn't even need to use a rhyming dictionary for that, suckers.  I'm that good.)

We also get to talk on the phone a lot, which I love, but it is not my favorite thing to do.  I need to get one of those old fashioned handsets for my phone like my friend Rory has, because holding the little Razr next to my head is no good.  This is made worse by the fact that, for some reason I can't hear well enough out of my left ear, so I can't switch ears and my arm gets tired.  I refuse to get one of those bluetooth devices, though, because I swear they will be the downfall of mankind.  Everyone starts wearing them 24 hours a day and the next thing you know: cyborgs.  Mark my words, friends.

Anyway, last night we were on the phone and, as our conversations are wont to do, we started discussing poop.  I was complaining to Joel because we only have one bathroom here at work and people still poop here.  It drives me crazy!  And, Joel thinks I'm crazy because I refuse to poop when there's just one bathroom.  Instead, if I must, I go home and do it.  Yes, I go home during the day to use my own facilities.  What of it? 

So, during this conversation, my one true love says something so wonderful, that my heart just swelled with pride that this man was mine.  He said, "I was in the airport bathroom today and it stunk so bad that when I took a crap, it made it smell better."  Is that not the most awesome thing you've heard in your entire life?  Well, I thought so, and that's all that matters. 

And, that, my friends, is how I know I love this man.  Even though he didn't get my joke about stealing a Daikini baby, he makes jokes about poop, which was high on my list of things I want in husband.  We will be renting Willow, though, because that's just not acceptable. 

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[Roar]

May 9, 2008. The day I stopped reading my favorite blog because Carrie talked about Joel's dump at the airport. CARRIE! Why on Jesus' dinosaur roving planet do I want to hear about that? Seriously, dude, I feel like I just found a nasty bandaid in my half eaten favorite dessert. My safe, happy place is no more.

[Carrie]

I knew you would hate that, but I wrote it anyway! I promise that I will not write any more about poop (Joel's or any other person's) and if I absolutely have to, I will put a ****Rory Warning**** so you know when to stop reading!]