A Pee Story

Every Friday I'd ditch Bozeman drive to Idaho. Monday morning my alarm would ping at 3:30. I'd take a quick pee in the back bathroom, scurry out the door, and drive the 3 hours back to Montana. Almost always just bawling sliding into work on time.

One Monday, in a half-awake stupor, I forgot to flush that back bathroom toilet. Two weeks later, while investigating a pungent smell, J discovered my fermenting waste. It was almost a game-ender.

Now, we're married and have a kid. Life's wild.