19 October: Sunday plorbyitzler.

Another poo that got me out of bed. I'm awake in bed, contemplating getting out of bed and the poo makes the decision for me!  I crapped three times the day before, so I wasn't expecting a substantial poo. I shouldn't have doubted. This poo is a plumpkin! Ended up as a sploot. There you go! Poo speak! 

eNjoy.