Eating and Pooing

I ate a lot today, and slept. And ate a whole lot more. Then, when I was all done with that, I pooed. And slept. And pooed a whole lot more.

I love Turkey Day. I love when life is reduced to eating and pooing. Stuff coming in, stuff coming out. It's yin and yang, it's so totally Zen.

My dad just ate and pooed today. My sister ate and pooed too. We were all just in food nirvana. The only un-Zenlike person was my mom, who was in a bad mood from banging pots and pans around all morning in the kitchen.