so - outside of my life revolving around little Oppy-Prime's bowl needs - and pretending and gradually becoming more and more excited about those bowl habits - seriously, when a dog poops outside instead of inside - I had no idea what true pride and joy was
yes - I don't have a child - but I can't anyway - my mom said no matter what people hurt from - everyone suffers the same. I assume joy is similar. why wouldn't it be?
here's my joy - my joy joy joy