The Post Where I Gross Everyone Out

Every once in a while, hypochondria is actually kind of funny. Like the time I completely freaked out when I went pee and saw that it made soap suds in the toilet. It took me several minutes to discover that my daughters had dumped shampoo in there, so in the meanwhile I was trying to think what sort of awful disease might make someone pee soap suds and what the cure might be. And did I mention I was panicking? Yeah.

And then there is last night. I ate fish and left my plate on the nightstand and sat up in bed right next to it paying bills all night and wondering where that funky, fishy smell could be coming from and what sort of horrible infection or other nasty condition could cause such a smell (you know the kind of thing I was thinking, right ladies?). When I cleared the nightstand I was very relieved to know that the odor was not coming from me.

It's official, folks. I'm a dork.