Ebola Here We Come


Ebola Here We Come

My mother comes up to me while I'm cleaning my bathroom.

She has something in a bucket and says, "I have a piece of tournament". I'm like, "WHA????" and look in the bucket. Inside she has a piece of poop wrapped up in toilet paper, resting in the soap dish and carrying it around in a mop bucket. I said, "What do you want me to do with this? Why are you bringing me this?"

Far too many years of her working in a doctor's office and caring for my ailing father has jogged her Ohio Lottery Rolling Pick Five Memory Bank. When I decided there was no immediate need for concern (at least I knew for sure she wasn't constipated), we flushed the evidence away and then tried to clean up. I didn't realize the soap dish was full of water, too, and it spilled all over the bathroom countertop with the health and beauty accessories. She says, "It's just water".

It's not that I mind cleaning up poop, I just don't want to eat or drink it.



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This sounds so familiar........:-)


Just bought a bottle of hard-surface sterilizer to keep on hand for all situations!


Ohhhhhhh. \r\n\r\nUgh. \r\n\r\n:)\r\n\r\nOh, my gosh. \r\n\r\nDid you get the countertop and accessories sanitized? And, now that I think about it, your mom?