My Husband "Subvet" says that when our first son "Sonshine" was born the sun rose on our world, when our second son "Gator" was born the sun laughed and when our daughter "Sugars" was born all the flowers bloomed. That says it all.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
It's about learning how to dance in the rain."
Anonymous

Your mind is the garden, your
thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds. — William
Wordsworth

Monday, August 3, 2009

Ghosts.

While the Shrieking Shack may be the most haunted house in Britain, my house is definitely the most haunted one in Texas!

Without a doubt.

I dare you to come for a visit. But should you decide to brave this portal of things unseen; beware.

I'm warning you now.

There you'll be, hanging out in the living room. Broad daylight thinking you're safe from any paranormal activity and whammo.

you hear a noise.

you THINK you know what that noise is.....

then comes the ethereal stench.

Like something wafting up out of an opened grave.

Now you start to investigate! Prepared for battle you're a cross between Robocop and Ghostbuster as you wade into "the hot spot" armed with a clean diaper and box of baby wipes.

You've determined the location of the disturbance and move in for capture.
Unfortunately the human host of this most evil spirit spits and fights and kicks as she does her best to make your ears bleed from her screams.

Finally, your backup arrives and you get the possessed child down on the sofa, don your mask and gloves ready to remove the source of stench.

And that's when you see it.

At first you don't believe your eyes......you look again......you sniff the air, certain of the rottenness that's surrounding this exit chute. Then you gag cuz it's really really rotten.

And yet,


THERE'S NOTHING THERE.


Oh yes, You have fallen victim to GHOST POOP!

(all smell, no substance)








and that's when she giggles and says: "I squashed a duck!!"

11 comments:

AirmanMom said...

too funny!
~AM

Mike Golch said...

good one.

Anonymous said...

LOLOLOLOL!!!!!! Been there!!

ellen b. said...

Happy just to read about it and not experience it :0)

Stephanie D. said...

Hmmm, could I rent her for my Halloween set-up this year?

Linda said...

Truly frightening all the way around! Almost enough to make your head spin even!

diana said...

too funny. i guess i'd welcome the ghost more than the real thing =)

Lisa said...

Too funny! We've been experiencing this phenomenon for over twenty years now -- and didn't know until now what it was called!

Pam said...

ROFLOL!! Great writing, you really drew me in to your story.

♥Kristie Lynn♥ said...

Haha, there is nothing like a ghost poop. We have a lot of those around here, but I know they are not all coming from the toddler's diaper... there are some adolescent boys who are letting loose and blaming it on baby brother. They think I do not know the difference. Ha.

I saw the comment you left at Pam's. He is one of my favorites. Although, I think nothing says it quite like Eat It. That is my personal anthem. =)

Jen aka Pinky said...

Oh yeah. Little Sis makes a LOT of ghost poop. Sheesh. It's deadly.

I just read several posts. Here are my comments:

1. yes, I feel fat lately. I've gained several pounds.

2. I love that time when they wake up and are warm and soft and willing to cuddle. MMmm. I'll miss that.

3. uh. can't think of another. Oh, yes, I do still love you!!!