I hate when that happens

Saturday, December 02, 2006
This morning upon waking I visited the washroom as I am want to do each morning about the same time.
As I completed my work there I arose and shrieked like a scared little girl, and I'm sure I nearly fainted. I thought somebody had better call 911.

Then my memory returned and I regained my senses.

We had had beets for supper the night before.

I should devise some simple plan for reminding myself of this fact the morning after. It's not the first time this has happened, that's for sure.


  1. Ok, I'm going to be the dumb young English one but what are beats?

    Also, shrieking like a little girl? Lol

  2. Beetroot?

    Peeing purple (or poypul if you're from noo yawk).

  3. Tres poypul.

    Dan, the thing with Beetroot is that when you boil it up nicely and throw some melted butter over it, it's a wonderful tasting veg.

    But the next morning, baby do you notice it.

    Everything leaving your body has a very clear dark purple colour to it.

    At least enough to shriek over.

  4. I don't think I've eaten a beet since that happened to me in elementary school. It was quite a disturbing experience (and it wasn't just the pee).

    I don't like the taste of the stuff anyway...

  5. Aah lol! Now I get it, feel a little silly as well but that does sounds rather cool!


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