Wendy's Walk

Today was not a good walk. It ended up being much shorter than the mile and a half I had planned. For the sake of honesty, I'll call it 3/4 mile.

I got almost to the end of the park when I had a Wendy's Fart. You know, hot and juicy. Susan would refer to this as a Pooper Walk.

The worst part was that I was a good distance away from the house and there was more to come. Pressure was building. I must have looked pretty goofy walking back with my sphincter clenched that hard.  I detoured to the middle of the park and returned to the house in order to make the most of my walk. 

It is odd that the closer you get to the bathroom, the less control you have over yourself.

Anyway, I made it back and my clothes are in the laundry.