poop on my boobs

Well, today was Father’s Day and Jenn (my editor at the magazine) and I drove back from an unforgettable weekend at the Agents and Editors conference that was in Austin. The absolutley greatest news is that I think I have found my agent!!!!! It’s a little premature to pop the cork on the champagne, but it is very promising. I won’t believe it or celebrate until I have a signed contract.

Anyway, the day was awesome and Tommy and I and the two little ones spent the afternoon in the pool. It was such a great day. No one or nothing could ruin my good mood.

We decided to go to Mi Cocina for dinner and after getting our food, started chowing down on sunset chicken fajitas. Ethan spent his time climbing in and out of my lap, eating food off the floor and trying to catch the fly that kept buzzing by. About half way through, Tommy pointed to my left boob and said, “you’ve got guacamole on your shirt.” I looked down and caught a whiff of the most disgusting smell. I thought I was going to vomit. I gagged and said to Tommy, “it’s not guacamole–it’s diarrhea!”

I quickly assessed the situation. I grabbed my napkin and wiped the poop off my boob, then shouted to Tommy to pay the bill and meet me in the car. I picked up baby poopy pants and carried him away from me like he was a ticking time bomb. He was in a way–a shit bomb!!

So…that was the end of one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. I swear to God the universe hates me.