Poop

It's amazing how much of my life is centered aroung poo; looking at, analyzing, looking at, thinking about. "Is that normal?" "What is that?" "Why is it that color?" "When was their last one?"
I never would have thought that I'd spend this much time on poop. Actually, a lot of sentences start that way for me. In high school I never thought that I'd get married or have kids. As I got older I never thought that I'd have quit college. Then I never thought that I'd be a stay-at-home mom. Never thought that I'd live in Monticello. Never thought that I'd love being a stay-at-home mom. It's odd how things turn out.