Don't read if your squeamish

Okay so always have to follow up the dark blog...
Living with 2 boys is absolutely silly. They don't really talk about anything of importance to one another.
All they want to talk about with each other is poop. And the level of satisfaction they had with their poop. And if they have more poop. And pretty much everything from texture to size of it. Or if they're not pooping--I've never seen a more miserable boy then one who hasn't been pooping as much as he wants to be.
And the non-stop gas. The crop dusting farts, that's when they fart when you're walking behind them, the hitting a fart wall, when you walk into a fart. The loud trumpetting farts. The damp fart that makes me question their underwear situation. Or the ones the let rip in parking lots when they think no one is around, and a little old lady always magically appears in earshot right after. And don't even get me started on the Dutch oven farts. oh boy.

This is probably a digusting blog. But I'm not grossed out at all. In fact, I am completely desensitized to it.

Sure I fart and poop just like the next person, but I don't find any reason to bring it up or crop dust innocent individuals, if you will, unless there's something abnormal about the situation. I was going to get graphic there, but I think I'll let that one lie.

For a while the apartment discussed the shade of C's pee, when he was having kidney issues and it was as dark as Coke.

C was quick to point out to me just now that we did not talk about poop or farting over breakfast out Saturday. In fact, we discussed animal cruelty, self destructive behavior, and the food itself and the game we made up with mini creamers and sugar packets.

But you know, I secretly enjoy the poop talk, although I rarely partake, it's funny, it's entertaining and you know what, it puts everyone on the same playing field. Also, I think some of their fart shenanigans are pretty hysterical. So I guess I have the maturity of a 12 year old boy.

And they're both lactose intolerant, and neither of them alters their diet, and both of them love cheese. And since I'm le chef of le apartment, I pretty much doom myself some days.