No News is Not Much News

OK, I have taken a small hiatus from my normal once a year blog entries, to try to debunk drnatura, and so far I don't have much to report.

I seem to have horrified my son, however, in all fairness I warned him beforehand. He should know better. He is the son that was aghast when my sister was teaching me to light farts (some people are oh so juvenile), and he went up to his room, not to return until he was sure it was safe. Meanwhile, I managed to light the couch on fire. Needless to say, my sister and I were in hysterics laughing....

But I digress.

Back to the shitty issue (or non issue) at hand.

Seems like nothing of much import to report.... or should I say export. I mean, I have been exercising due diligence, and peering into the toilet expecting to jump back in fright and disgust, however, it is all just pretty much the same old shit. With minor variances which I won't bother to bore you with.

That's my report. Oh, except for the fact that those bothersome shit dreams I have continue. The latest was that I was carrying a whole laundry basket full of diluted poop (it's a dream remember) and it was SO heavy I decided that I had to pour some out into the snow. I was taking it in for analysis (someone here needs analysis) and by the time I got it to the doctor, there was only a cupful left. I could hardly imagine it would be enough for a diagnosis.

The crap I go through in my dreams! Sorry about all the crap/poop/shit jokes, but it comes with the colonic cleansing territory.

I will keep you apprised.