Hawaii, Day Two: Travel, and Health. (Travel Constipation)

I have a pretty good body.

Not externally, no.

That’s a flabby, pasty mess.

I’m talking internally.

My organs seem to know what they’re doing.

Or, in the least, my digestive system.

If I’m en route to a destination, be it driving or flying for 7 or more hours, I’ll pee several times, but that’s it.

No number two for me in an airplane restroom, or at a dirty (filthy) gas station.

It’s not that I hold it in, I just don’t have to go.

At all.

I’m comfortable existing without having to vacate.

That said, the instant I get to the hotel, my body says, “OK, it’s safe now,” and I’m able to empty my colon.

(No special SNL cereal needed.)

This makes my Mrs. jealous.

Last week, in Hawaii, the instant she complained about the situation, I thought of the popular-from-last-year clip of Nicholas Cage and Pedro Pascal.

It sums things up so perfectly; so succinctly.

Her frustration.

My joy.

All encapsulated in ten seconds of video.

Anyway, we’re still trying to figure out where our kids land on the scale of backed up vs. easy flow. 

I’ll keep you updated.