NanoPoblano, Day 11: My sincerest apologies to John McCrae.

The thing I love most about NaBloPoMo/NanoPoblano is that the only rule is to post something every day. No pressure to be eloquent or deep or funny or follow a theme; just slap something, anything together and hammer on that publish button and you’re golden.

That’s not to say I don’t still at least try to make these posts interesting, but it’s nice to know I’m covered on the days when my brain decides to just take off and leave me stranded without so much as even a runt-of-the-litter idea to expand on.

Like today.

The most real thinking I was able to do today was to wonder how much of “In Flanders Fields” I can still remember.

Then my husband started playing the new Starcraft expansion and I got distracted, so apparently the last stanza of John McCrae’s famous work now begins,

“Take up our quarrel with the foe:
You must construct additional pylons.”

You’re dead to me, brain.

We need to talk about toilets.

Warning: this post primarily concerns bodily functions. I’m sorry, I know we’re still just getting to know each other and I’m springing bathroom talk on you already, but I never promised this blog would be pretty.

You see, my office has an “artist” in its midst. A Jackson Pollock imitator most foul. Her canvas, the loo; her medium, poo.

…I sincerely apologize for that, but I couldn’t resist the rhyme.