I'm doing home health care for my dad through an agency, which is extra income for me, so that's nice, and it keeps my dad at home instead of going to a nursing home, so that's good. The only problem is that life with seniors means you hear a lot about bowel movements, and at the most inappropriate times.
My mother reports on my dad's bowel movements - "Dad had a good B.M. today," just when I'm sitting down to eat. Sometimes it's when I'm eating chunky peanut butter.
Tonight she reported her own bowel movements were a problem, and that at supper. I think I was eating something with brown beans. Ah yes folks - it doesn't get any better than this. This is the life!