I Don't Understand Me

There's something amusing, in a pathetic sort of way, in the fact that while I have no problem sticking my hands into various cavities of different animals both living and dead, I can't bring myself to clean out the gunk in the bathtub drain. For some reason, the latter registers in my mind as too gross for human comprehension, in a way that horse colons never will.

There can be no truer testimony of love than the fact that my sweetie is willing to take on that frankly disgusting task for me, just so I can wallow in splashing, scented, uber-girlie comfort for an hour. I am not worthy of such dedication.....