The Porta-Potty is Talking & Other Gibberish


On one of our early morning walks, my dog and I came upon a new home being built. Like most construction sites, a blue portable toilet is close at hand and this site was no exception. Now, on this particular morning, I heard a voice and I swore the porta-potty was talking! I looked around…

Lori Sinclair

On one of our early morning walks, my dog and I came upon a new home being built. Like most construction sites, a blue portable toilet is close at hand and this site was no exception.

Now, on this particular morning, I heard a voice and I swore the porta-potty was talking! I looked around for a minute because it was kind of unnerving. As we approached, I realized the “facility” was occupied and the occupant was on the phone. I’ll reserve comment about that but trust me when I say that for a fleeting moment, I was convinced the blue box was speaking to me!

It’s only in the last few months that I realized how badly my brain has been compromised by the burnout. Recently, while making the weekly grocery list, I wrote spaghetti “sauce” when I really meant spaghetti squash. It was only when my partner questioned me, did I notice the error. Our freezer is full of homemade spaghetti sauce and I really didn’t need another bottle!…

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