I was doing the same thing a week before Christmas. Everyone was running around shopping for gifts,and I was searching for another enema bag. It's kind of funny, in hindsight. You get the weirdest looks when you ask the clerk or pharmasist....but one finally knew exactly what I was talking about.
Cleaning the world, one enema at a time! smile. At least I'm trying; my husband has only said it once, recently, in anger, but if he says it again, I'll say, NOPE, NOT ME, YOU. (yea, he said I was full of sh*t) Now, my dad used to say his girls were cute little sh*ts, I'm not quite sure how I interpreted that one. I'd like to get back to the cute, 50 years later, and leave out the other.
Just trying to keep the subject light. I'm lightening up even now.