Conversation with my world travelling, brilliant boss woman, big sister after she sends me the photo above…
Me: That is too much cheese, yo.
Sissy: Why is airport cheese so weirdly bright orange?
Me: Ummm…more concerned that there are some turds in with your neon cheese. Don’t eat those, Sissy.
Sissy: Just laughed out loud and spit crackers on cute guy beside me.
Me: Please tell me it was the saltines. Those dry ass crackers really pfffoooootttt.
Sissy: I’m gonna start flinging the turds next.
Me: I fully support that decision. It’ll make for a great story to tell all his good lookin’ friends. You’ll be dubbed the airport turd flinger.
Sissy: I’m not gonna poop for a month after all this cheese. This may be why they give you extra turds.
Me: Weirdly now I have to poop. It’s the power of the turds.
Ain’t nobody better than a sister to make you laugh so much you have to poop.
With high fives and cussing, and a tiny bit of turd flinging love to you this Easter,