dear shit in the mud diary,
i remember taking a shit in the tall grass as a child and getting chiggers in the crack of my ass and there ain't nothing much worse. visiting my aunt donna was always fun because she and uncle oliver didn't have an inside bathroom and i'm the child who refused to shit in the little bucket under the bed. it amazes me that home and property, complete with its own cemetery, just sold for nearly a quarter of a million dollars, $230,000 to be exact, especially when most of the house was made out of mud bricks from the creek that runs behind the house. there is a cool bathroom in the house now, one that i know i would feel comfortable shitting in, but i still don't mind shitting outside once in awhile.
i remember taking a shit in the tall grass as a child and getting chiggers in the crack of my ass and there ain't nothing much worse. visiting my aunt donna was always fun because she and uncle oliver didn't have an inside bathroom and i'm the child who refused to shit in the little bucket under the bed. it amazes me that home and property, complete with its own cemetery, just sold for nearly a quarter of a million dollars, $230,000 to be exact, especially when most of the house was made out of mud bricks from the creek that runs behind the house. there is a cool bathroom in the house now, one that i know i would feel comfortable shitting in, but i still don't mind shitting outside once in awhile.