Funny story about your method for finding poop in the dark. I recommend some modifications to the technique.

Last night I went to sleep before DH returned from playing basketball in what I charitably call the Out of Shape Middle-Aged Men Reliving Their College Years weekly pick-up game. This morning, I heard the sounds of him walking around upstairs, only it didn't sound quite right: hop, drag, hop, drag, hop, drag. Turns out he strained, and possibly tore, a muscle in his calf. So, I could be right there with Michele in nursing a one-legged man back to health! (Great timing, too: we're a mere 12 days before our long-anticipated beach and hiking vacation. And, Out of Shape Middle-Aged Men don't recuperate as quickly as they once did. Sigh.)
//kaw




even as I type this.