I wonder, did you see the title of this post and consider NOT reading on? It is really funny to me how uncomfortable the word can make people feel. I mean, we all do it... me, you, animals.
As teens my brother and I even came up with our own acronym so we could talk about poop in mixed company: PONAS. Love it. It became my favorite exclamation.
Didn't make the cut for the play? PONAS!
Didn't get asked to the dance? PONAS!
Burned the cookies? POnAS!
(Have fun deciphering it. It's a little gift from me to you - a puzzle of sorts. You're welcome.)
That being said, my heart gave a little flutter when I saw this at the store the other day:
Cowgirl and I were looking for a birthday gift she could give to a friend from school. I thought, mission accomplished! the second I saw it, but Cowgirl was horrified and refused to gift such a thing. She thought it was disgusting.
That made it even funnier.
I would have bought it for myself, but I held back.
Besides, my birthday will be here before I know it.