Sunday, January 24, 2010

Whom Did I Marry?

Three quotes Lawrence hollers this morning from behind a locked bathroom as he is "sampling". We are now in month 9, for all you keeping track.

1) "It's taking me longer. It was a wet one."

2) "Oh my God! Why won't my butt get clean? I've been wiping for a while!"

3) "Come in here! You have to see this; it's shaped like a heart."

A
fter I put up a good protest, he eventually wears me down and drags me in to take a look. I go in with my exquisitely sensitive nose and mouth covered. And I scream at the site. He laughs.

I start to blog about the experience since it seems particularly striking today that my life is somewhat surreal. In the middle of typing this, Lawrence finally leaves the bathroom with a clean butt and a tube of his own specimen and says, "Now wasn't that romantic?"

Welcome to my marriage to a scientist who samples his own poop for his dissertation.

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