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Annette from Fun With Play-Doh has posted another hysterical post that had me googling all over the place.

Inflatable Shit

From the website BlackBookMag.com, the article is entitled “Poopapocalypse Strikes Switzerland”.  The exhibit is called “Complex Shit” by American artist Paul McCarthy.  In a unthinkable turn of events, this “art” was carried off in a gust of wind, hitting powerlines and landing on a nearby children’s home.

You want some interesting “SHIT”, google Paul McCarthy… looks like there is hours of art to make you say “Wha?”

Ok, so I was sick yesterday… well, I didnt’ throw up or anything, but I felt terribly nauseous and had a migrane that made me unable to open my eyes.  I shipped the kids off to my MIL’s and went back to bed.  About 12:30 pm, hubby came home from work and we napped together for a few hours.  But I had woken up with a weird dream.  The only part I can remember to this dream was some dude with an accent, singing to me, and he had asian backup singers.  So I tell hubby about the backup singers and added “they were in full kimono garb and all, it was akward” and he replys, “then they were japanese..” as he closes his eyes and goes to sleep…

So last night, I have another weird a$$ dream… I remember going to make coffee and seeing TURDS in the coffee maker.  YES – FECES.  weird, right? so in my dream I remember taking pictures… I didn’t clean up the poop, but I took pictures.  That’s all I remember.  But when hubby woke up this morning, I almost asked him about it… by the time I got up and made coffee, there was no poop… 

how messed up am I?