The cat is frolicking in front of me in the backyard. I can see her through the patio french doors. Whiskey is ill today and his stomach gurgles. Billy is chilling. He slept with me. Yay! Hubby still has and will have until he dies I suspect, his 2 hours ablutions on the loo each morning. Unlike the very bad people, his ass wont have any pooh on it by the time he is dead. Such is what every normal human being does: get rid of pooh on their own asses or on baby's asses.