What to Do When you Step into THE POOO!

Let me assure you - that at my fine ripe ole age of 60 - I truly try to avoid all scenarios that just might cause me to find my finely manicured toes in Poo of any kind. It is just not what I am all about!

Although when I was younger and not so wise, there was nothing more fun in finding good Poo but taking my finely manicured finger or little toe and stirring it up, especially if I wanted to make a point! Don't look so shocked sister! You have been known to stir the Poo as well.

For most of those who really know and love me - have managed to imitate me and my beautifully manicured finger, as I point it in just the right manner, after a disturbing display of Poo and in the most pleasant southern drawl state "Here Me and Understand Me Well". It was one of my most serious trademarks, especially when the Poo was given and it needed to be sent back. it took many years to "clean" this personality up! Still today, I have come across some who have not been around me since those Poo slinging days.

Being the fine charming southern belle that I am, there is an art of the stir, if you know what I mean, so that the Poo itself is not really disturbed, just "touched" as only a fine southern belle can do if she wants to make her point without causing too much of a disturbance, and especially when a more discrete approach is needed. You know all us fine upstanding southern belles knows when to stir it and when it is only appropriate to be discretely stir.

It us to be fun to just sit back and watch Poo Stirring by others - especially by my fellow Churchhouse Sisters in the south it is an art) One must be be very careful even when watching not to get to close for Churchhouse Sisters like nothing better than to include anyone and everyone within their reach. It takes Sharing to a whole new level. Once they put a little toe in the Poo and move it ever so slightly, it can cause a ripple effect that can become a Tsunami, destroying anyone that gets in it's path.(The stories I could tell you here - Never mind!)

Getting back to the present. Minding my own business, I must tell you that this one -really caught me off guard - how shocked I was when I realized that not only did my cute little manicured toe get into The Poo, I had walked blindly into the middle of "Professional Poo"! Professional Poo runs neck and neck with Churchhouse Sister Poo!! There I was standing with both finely manicured feet in The Poo (and it wasn't even mine - Nor did I want it! Oh NO!!! What do I do? How can I very gently step out of this Poo? Immediately I began to pray - Lord don't let me sink in the middle of this Poo!! You know I am truly innocent here and I need to stay that way!!!"

After much pondering and praying - I decided to graciously step back out of the Poo, even though there was the slightest little Poo left, I knew I could totally be Poo Free. This morning I awoke, with fresh - clean - well manicured feet and toes - all I had to do was defuse yesterday's Professional Poo. A quick little charming, gracious little note curtsying out. There - it was done. No More Professional Poo!

You would think, that my gracious southern charming note would have been greeted with much appreciation and understanding and that the who Professional Poo would be totally removed - not only from myself but from one of the other Poo participants. NOT!!! Receiving a note back insisting I stay in the midst of The Poo! For there seems to be Poo on my left and Poo on my right. And they somehow want me to join in their Poo. Now, I must decide what to do with the two little puddle of Poo!

Sometimes when you least expect it - You find yourself standing right in the middle of someone else's Poo. So what do you do when you find yourself standing in The Poo?
You smile a gracious southern belle smile and with the perfect southern drawl and respond - "Thank you so very much for including me".

Sugar - you know I will keep you posted. . . . . . on my dileima with The Professional Poo.