First…let me announce the winners from last week’s blog with the amazing Susan Muller! Loralee Lillibridge and Janna Shay — you two won for your comments and good taste of who to be locked in a closet with! Kelli, you have a rockin’ sense of humor and great choice. Mo, very creative — you get points for the pirate idea. And, Quilt Lady, you were brave enough to be greedy in selecting three hot men. Good for you. If the five of you would please email me at: christie (at) christie-craig (dot) com with your choice of either a print or e-book, we can sort out the particulars. Congrats!
Do you hear it? The whispers? It’s coming. Whispers at Moonrise, my forth book in the Shadow Falls series releases next week. That’s right next week!!! And just as a teaser for the book, before I get to the real blog, here’s a video done by the amazing Rosa Brand.
And…I have some other wonderful news. Today, my boxed set of three books goes on sale for $1.99. Three books: Murder, Mayhem and Mama, Gotcha! and Weddings Can Be Murder. All three for less than two bucks! As an added bonus, you can read the first eight chapters of Born at Midnight, the first book in the Shadow Falls series. And, if you’d like to read more, St. Martin’s has reduced the price of Born at Midnight in e-book to $2.99.
Now for the blog:
Let’s Talk Crap
Just in case you didn’t get it from the title… Warning: The following blog contains some G-rated potty humor.
SAYING OF THE WEEK: (Chosen for its appropriateness) Shit Happens.
Okay…now that you’re onboard with our subject, let’s talk. ‘Let’s get real.’ Does that line sound familiar? If so, you’ve probably seen that commercial about toilet paper where a woman says, “It’s time to get real–to say what you really expect from your toilet paper.” I always laugh at that commercial. And like most things that get a giggle out of me, the reason I find it funny is because there is an element of truth in it. Truth that we normally don’t discuss. Potty truth. Taboo truth. Anything that happens in the bathroom is basically taboo, unless you are a two or three year old, or as it commonly happens, a male who never outgrew that stage. (Yes, unfortunately there are a lot of those.) Or, you’re a comedy writer who happens to write romance, who knows good material. Plain and simple, potty humor is funny. You don’t agree? Well, tell me you didn’t laugh at the movie Bridesmaids!
But let’s get back to toilet paper. How many of you have gone into a restaurant bathroom and frowned when you went to grab a few squares and the paper is that thin, nonabsorbent stuff that just doesn’t get the job done? My hubby (yes, one of those males who didn’t completely grow out of that stage) calls it John Wayne toilet paper. Rough and tough and won’t take shit off anybody.
Now, I’ll bet you guys are probably wondering what bought on this odd blog. Well, two things. The other day my granddaughter was over playing with Play Dough. She was pressing the play dough through one of those shape making toys, and giggled. “It looks like poo.”
She was right. And it got a big laugh in the room. And then my daughter, who had her smart phone in her hands, leaned in and said…, “You know, I’m a big Pinterest fan, right? Well, you can find anything on Pinterest. And the other day, I accidentally ran across some images of . . . poo. Not just to show poo, but talking about what a healthy poo should look like. And sort of giving you health tips according to your poo’s appearance. As in, what a poo looks like if you don’t drink enough water sort of advice. It was kind of gross, but kind of interesting.”
I was totally intrigued. “So what does a healthy poo look like?” I asked.
She started to explain and I said, “Show me?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know if could find it again. I mean, I wasn’t going to pin it. Because people
following me would know I pinned poo.”
We all laughed again. And you know what I did, don’t you? If you think I went and pinned poo, you are wrong. What I did was ask my daughter, “Can I blog about this?” She gave me her blessing.
So, now on to other potty matters, the second thing that inspired this blog. Months ago, my son came home from work looking like a kid at Christmas. “I got you a present.”
He didn’t have his hands behind his back like he did when he was three, bringing me a dandelion flower he’d pulled from the weeds. But he had the same look.
“A gift?” I asked.
“Yes, but you’ll have to go to the bathroom to find it.”
I was leery. When he was younger I’d been lured in the bathroom to see what thought was longest turd ever. But, trusting he’d outgrown that stage, I went into the bathroom and on the back of the toilet I found it. POO-POURRI. Yup, you heard that right. Here’s what’s printed on the back:
There was a Young lad from Rhone
Who’s odor he’d rather disown
now he’s taming his poo
by anointing the loo
and now happily sits on his throne!
And, hey…I must confess it really works. All you do is spray the toilet water before doing your business. It works so well that they have since come out with little portable packages of this stuff in little dissolvable tabs that you carry in your purse and use in public bathrooms. Hey…how many of you have been in the position that you either gave someone a courtesy flush or wished the person in the stall beside you would return the favor? So I must say…this is really a brilliant idea.
I like it so much that I have given it away as gifts. Frankly, this is the perfect gift for someone who has everything, who has a sense of humor, and who would like the world to think their shit doesn’t stink.
And today, I’m going to be giving away a bottle of POO- POURRI to one lucky commenter along with a copy of Whispers at Moonrise. So make sure you leave a comment. And for those of you would like to double your chances, this blog is posted both here and at Killer Fiction: http://killerfictionwriters.blogspot.com/
So here are the questions of the day:
What kind of toilet paper do you use? And what qualities do you require in your toilet paper?
Would you pin poo?
Here’s to a good laugh and hopefully to an entertaining blog that really isn’t crap. (Sorry, I had to go for one more pun!) Thanks and don’t forget to pick up a copy of Whispers at Moonrise.