I stink

I have to apologize. If we saw each other yesterday and you smelled something, um, funky, that was me.

Wait, wait, wait. It wasn't me. It was my shoe.

Let's just call a spade a spade, shall we?



Excuse me while I hang my head in shame.

The funny thing is I kept smelling it and looking at the bottom of my shoe... which is squeaky clean.



And so I just went about my day... picking up Zack from school and running a bunch of errands. All the while asking the boys if they were "tooting". With poop. On my shoe.

The end.