weekend runs.

and i do not mean...runs out of time too fast....and it is now time to get back to work.

no...not at all.
weekend runs meaning...i ate about...3 stalks of broccoli...grown fresh from a garden i might add...
all that fiber....at what...midnight to 4am...
can you only imagine the gas in my stomach..
i could have flown a hot air balloon.
i could have killed germans in the holocaust ...with the gas fumes in my body.
seriously....
but what do i do when i wake up with my bloated belly in the morning...

yo...pour me some prune juice
i had never had it until that day...honestly...it tasted pretty delicious...
but i was like...this is going to be good...really good.
but that was not the end of it...i had some more broccoli...and for dinner....
an entire...14 ounce glass of...PRUNE JUICE..
not only prune juice..but i drank it with....my pizza?
needless to say....grease..mixed with fiber...mixed with whatever prune juice does to make you squirt for days...
i did it. and every time i would pee...this girl would poop a little...
but it was the ca-utest little poops ever...
how can poop be cute you ask?
well..little trees were coming out of my butt hole.

and by little trees...i mean...broccoli sprouts...were whole...on my toilet paper..
i could have washed them. and have eaten them once again...
hoping for a proper digestion this time...
but no..little happy trees. coming out of my happy place.
is that not..the cautest visual ...
yes. so when you are down..
just eat broccoli...and drink prune juice.
so you too...can smile ..at the smiling sprouts...exiting your happy place.