Ode to a Cold Toilet Seat

Photo by Izzy Villa on Pexels.com My daughter’s hair is slithering down my throat Her flannel nightgown is making me hot, and I’m pretty sure she just farted on me I gently grasp her around her rib cage, about the same width as a rotisserie chicken, and move her a few inches away, but she… Continue reading Ode to a Cold Toilet Seat