Janey

there's more shit threads??? this is fun reading. I can hardly get my work done.

My hubby's family cottage is about 2.5 hrs drive north of the city, in Haliburton, and it has an outhouse for a toilette. needless to say, i spend as LITTLE time up there as i have to, but when I go I try to make the entire trip (usually a friday night to sunday aft length of time) with out takeing a shit. I just dont want to sit on that outhouse toilette. i can pee easily enough (in the lake, in the bushes) but poo... uhuh.

well, usually by sun morning my bowels are really straining, and by the time we drive home, everybump seems to spell disaster. Not very lady like eh?

One time a couple of summers ago, i had to stop at fenelon Falls, where there is look out over the canal, and I just had to go. no questions. the washroom at the icecream parlour was packed, so i had to crouch behind the car door and use an old french fry take-out tray as a recepticle. I wouldn't let my hubby see, and covered it with serviettes, and threw it along with my slightly soiled panties into a garbage bin. With relief i had an icecream cone beside the canal, with hubby, when i see a teenager fishing my panties out of the garbage bin. Mortified, i watched as he flung them iinto the water. I don't know if he connected me to them, or saw me (i kinda stick out in the white hinterland of ontario) but we watche my panties float by the boats in the canal as they went into the lift lock.

Actually I don't even know if hubby connected them to me either as I didn't give him the gory details.