The Poop To Do List
My new word is poop. Everything is poop. I have settled on poop because it’s more socially acceptable than me dropping the f bomb every other sentence. Plus, I’ve never written a blog title with overt obscenities in the title so I’m trying to hold on to that little shred of dignity. On top of all the grief, having your husband die is a giant pain in the ass. When you have lived with someone for over seven years, life…