Everything Comes Down to Poo

ThePhan: One of these days I'm going to have a bunch of my friends share their "how we got together/fell in love/got married" stories on my blog. I'm fascinated by them. And now that, um, ALL MY FRIENDS ARE MARRIED OR GETTING MARRIED, I should have plenty of options. :-)
LaZorra: I would love to read that oo!
LaZorra: Er, substitute the consonant of your choice in that last word.
LaZorra: Except P.
ThePhan: You would love to read that poo?
ThePhan: LOL
ThePhan: *high five*
ThePhan: So Jacob's working third shift now, so I only get to talk to him on two of his breaks, and one of those is at 2 a.m.
ThePhan: I have realized that when we're both super tired, we talk about poop A LOT.
LaZorra: LOL LOL
LaZorra: EVERYTHING COMES DOWN TO POO
ThePhan: IT DOES AT 2 OR 3 IN THE MORNING
ThePhan: Overall, the job shift is probably better for him.
ThePhan: But I'll miss talking to him on his way home every night.
ThePhan: Because I am not waking up at 6 in the morning to talk about poop with him.
LaZorra: This is not a good sign for potential parenthood.
ThePhan: LOL LOL