Catherine
Responses
Trina: It's always good to hear from you! Glad that you had a really big dump yesterday! I agree with everything you said, but on the rare occasions that I miss 1-2 normal trips to the bathroom (usually as a result of traveling or being off my routine) those can be the best, even if you are on the toilet!
Victoria B: We definitely need to hear more from Robyn!
Sarah E: Thank you for your posts!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Victoria B.
Survey from Ohio TSF
Hey!
I'm back this time, but there's a good chance you'll be hearing from the special guest again in the future!
Here are some survey answers:
1. When at home taking a dump that's really smelly, do you give yourself a courtesy flush at some point, or are you like me and will sit there, relaxed in your own aromatherapy(lol).
Nope, my courtesy flushes are more to prevent a clog and the even worse smell of plunged poop!
2. Do you feel any embarrassment if you stink it up and your spouse or long time significant other smell it?
Not even a little bit. Robyn knew what she was getting herself into on that front lol
3. Are you bothered a lot, little, or not at all by your spouse or SO stinking it up?
Not at all. We're there for each other on the pot
4. Any embarrassment taking a smelly dump at a close relative's or friend's place?
Only if there isn't a plunger handy! The people that I consider close to me all know that I shit like a horse
Thursday, February 04, 2021
Andrea
Ideal poop session
I was thinking about my ideal poop session. I can tell by the strength of my urge whether it will be a small, medium, large or dump. I love the feeling when I know I'm going to have a huge bowel movement. It usually occurs the morning after having a very large meal the night before. The urge is there when I wake but it isn't strong. I let it build over the next couple of hours. By then I can tell if it's going to be a monumental dump. When I've determined that it will be a huge dump, I head for the toilet. I also hold my pee too. As I'm walking to the bathroom I'm letting out little farts. Once I plop my ass on the toilet seat, my pee hisses out in a torrent and I'm continually farting loudly. Occasionally my urge is so strong that I'm beginning to poop as I pee. When my first big log hits the water and I still have a strong urge, I know it's going to be a long productive toilet session. I settle back and look at my phone as the big logs plop out one after another over the next twenty minutes or so. My ideal poop session ends with a loud powerful fart blowing out any lingering turds. My fart puts an exclamation point on my poop session. Then I know I'm completely cleaned out.Trina
Sarah E. - really loving your stories about the accidents you witnessed. Can't wait to hear more!
Catherina, Shannon - hi as always! No accidents from me, but yesterday I did a really big poo after not going the day before. It felt amazing and all I could think was how disappointing that it wasn't filling my panties instead of the toilet, lol. It was quite stimulating!Red
House Dad
Hey stoolers. It's been a long time since I've posted, maybe three years or so. Haven't had too much interesting in that time, for the most partq. My job does occasionally take me out into the woods so about once every few months I get the chance to relieve myself in nature. Which is very nice, but I didn't want to get repetitive with my posts. For reference I'm a guy, 32 now, tall and reasonably fit with long hair and a few tattoos.
For any of you long time folks, you may remember Car Mom, who was happy to let family and friends pee in her car. Like they would either pull their pants down or not and just go in the seat.
Well ever since reading her stories, I've longed to find something similar. I admit I'm too chicken to use my own car lol. But I finally did! A guy I met through a coworker and I got to hanging out last year, before the pandemic started, and one time when we'd both had a few drinks I told him I wished I didn't have to get up to go pee, that I'd love a place where I could hang out and drink, maybe with my pants off, so whenever I have to go, I just go!
Well he got this smile on his face. He and his husband (he is gay, but I am not, and we're both married) owned a second house next door that they were working on renovating. It had a bit of furniture so they could relax while working. He said "Well. It means you have to get up now, but just the once!" I asked him what he meant, and he said "Follow me." So I did, we got up and I followed him to the house next door. As soon as we got inside, he unzipped and got his penis out and just started peeing on the floor! I was amazed! Well I didn't need to be told twice, I did the same thing. They were going to be redoing the floor anyway, so he didn't care. I peed a TON, we both made really big puddles on the floor. Pee splattered up on the wall some, too.
Well he told me I could come back and use that house as my personal toilet whenever I want, and it's been an amazing experience. Truly liberating to be able to walk in and relieve myself wherever I want. He doesn't mind at all! It's near my office so even though I'm mostly working from home these days, I've been over maybe a dozen times now to take my lunch break bathroom break at his place.
I'm going to leave it there for now but I'll share a few more stories later. Happy pooping, everyone.
Victoria B.
Survey from Ohio TSF
Hey!
I'm back this time, but there's a good chance you'll be hearing from the special guest again in the future!
Here are some survey answers:
1. When at home taking a dump that's really smelly, do you give yourself a courtesy flush at some point, or are you like me and will sit there, relaxed in your own aromatherapy(lol).
Nope, my courtesy flushes are more to prevent a clog and the even worse smell of plunged poop!
2. Do you feel any embarrassment if you stink it up and your spouse or long time significant other smell it?
Not even a little bit. Robyn knew what she was getting herself into on that front lol
3. Are you bothered a lot, little, or not at all by your spouse or SO stinking it up?
Not at all. We're there for each other on the pot
4. Any embarrassment taking a smelly dump at a close relative's or friend's place?
Only if there isn't a plunger handy! The people that I consider close to me all know that I shit like a horse
Taylor
Hi Robyn!
Hi Robyn,welcome to ToiletStool. I've loved the stories featuring you posted by Victoria.
1) Have you ever been asked to be a seat-warmer?
I haven't been asked explicitly but I have been kindly told "You can go first" by my girlfriend. Basically she was telling me "It's cold, please warm it up for me!"
2) Would you do it, either if someone needed to pee or needed a #2?
I would do it if it was one of my friends and we were close, assuming I also needed to use the toilet. I'm not going to sit there just for the purpose of warming it up
3) Has someone ever warmed the seat for you?
They have, but it's always been because they needed to go too so they went first.
Sarah E.
My own (sort-of) accident experience
This story takes place when I was 11 and on a road trip with my mom, dad, and sister. We frequently had road trip family vacations when I was little, but this one was significant because my sister was just turning 19 and getting ready to move away for college, so it was kind of like the last hurrah family road trip vacation. I remember my dad being particularly hyped up about it, haha. Anyway, on this day, we were traveling quite a ways from the national park we had just spent the last several days camping in to a hotel in the town we were visiting next. We packed up and left camp very early that morning because it was going to take pretty much the entire day to make the drive, so I remember being tired and sleeping in the car all morning. We stopped at about noon at one of those highway-exit diner/24hour restaurant type places for lunch. My mom woke me up and we went inside. At first I was too sleepy to be hungry, but I started to wake up and ended up ordering breakfast for lunch (bacon/eggs/pancakes/hashbrowns) and ate a lot. I should stop to mention here that our diet over the past few days had been unusual for us as we had been staying at a campground. As such, we ate heavier, richer meals which were easier to prepare using fewer ingredients than normal. This wasn't causing me any discomfort, but I was aware that I hadn't been to the bathroom in the past 2 days - which would mean I had missed at least 2 of my normal bowel movements. Anyway, we finished lunch and got back on the road. We all used the restroom before we left, I remember my mom took a few extra minutes and the smell was pretty ripe. It sounded like she really had a good clear out, probably experiencing some of the same effects as I was from the campground food. I tried to go while we were there, but couldn't. We had been on the road for about 90 minutes and it was quiet in the car. My sister had her eyes closed and her headphones on so I couldn't tell if she was awake or not. My mom was sleeping, and my dad was driving and listening to some sort of talk show on the radio, too quietly for me to hear, even if I had cared to hear it. We had hours left to go before we would get to the hotel, my dad had rightly said it will be dark before we arrive. I was sort of starting to get sleepy again, when an urge hit me like a ton of bricks. I remember a shooting pain in my bottom and immediately shifting in my seat from being relaxed to being rigid as a board. "I have never needed to poop so bad in my life" was the first thought to go through my head. My dad noticed me move and asked if something was wrong. I told him I needed a bathroom ASAP. He said we were kind of in the middle of nowhere right now and there would maybe be a rest stop in a half hour or so. I told him that there was no way I could hold it that long. My mom heard us talking and woke up, or she was already awake, I don't know, but she looked back at me and asked: "number 1 or number 2?". I replied: "number 2, it's desperate". My mom looked at my dad and asked him if he knew for sure where anything was nearby. He responded that he knew more or less where we were at and the distance to the next town was about 30 minutes, but he had no idea if there were any bathrooms to stop at on the way there. Mom looked back at me and said: "sweetie just try to hold it as well as you can, we're going to stop at the first place we see for you". I sort of groaned and mumbled that I didn't know how long I could hold it. My mom looked concerned for me and just tried to reassure me that things will be better before long. Two or three minutes passed, it felt like so much longer. I could tell for sure that my sister was asleep now, headphones still on but slouching in her seat against the door. I got another urge and could feel a turd start to prairie-dog. I told my mom that it was really starting to hurt and she just looked at me with this like sad, but sympathetic look, I still remember it really well. Another 2 or 3 minutes passed and then I farted audibly. My sister didn't wake up but my mom and dad definitely heard it. It started to smell a little bit in the car. I felt myself start to tear up a little and my face started feeling hot. I was still prairie-dogging and it was getting worse, I could feel the tip of the turd start to touch the seat of my underwear. I looked at my mom who was still looking back at me and shook my head slowly and looked down with tears in my eyes. My mom reached back and put her hand on my shoulder and just kind of 'shushed' at me reassuringly and said: "Sarah, sweetie, if it hurts too bad to hold it, just let it go in your pants. I know how miserable you are right now, but you're fighting a losing battle and it's only gonna make things worse if you keep fighting". I choked back a sob and looked over towards my dad. He was just focusing on driving but he glanced at me in the mirror and flashed me his dad-grin, which actually made me feel slightly better (he's always had a way of doing that). With that I let go, and lifted my butt off the seat a few inches. The turd was basically ready to burst out so as soon as I let go of my hold it just churned into my pants, luckily I was wearing underwear with a full seat because I was young and it held the firm load. But there was a lot of it, and it didn't exactly shoot out like it felt like it was going to. Instead it came out sort of slowly, but like I said it just kept coming and coming until I could feel my pants really sagging down under the weight. It took about 30 seconds from start to finish and by the time I was done I realized this was probably the most I had ever pooped at one time before. I remembered all the delicious campground food we had been enjoying the past few days and the particularly heavy lunch that day and, for a moment, was actually somewhat proud of myself. It felt VERY relieving to get that load out, to say the least, and for a few moments that feeling of relief overpowered the feeling of embarrassment. But before long it started to sink in, just like the strong poop smell that started to sink into the car, lol. My mom asked me if I was feeling any better and if I needed anything from her. I kind of just sheepishly looked at her and tried to avoid eye contact, I could tell I was blushing hard. I sort of shook my head and tried to say something but couldn't find words so I looked out the window instead. For a minute nobody said anything, my dad rolled his window down a few inches (definitely couldn't blame him, it smelled bad in that car). I was just starting to really think about what happened and get sort of judgmental about myself when I heard my sister moving around. She woke up a few minutes later and opened her eyes. She didn't say anything or take her headphones out but I noticed her looking around and noticing the smell. She took out her phone and looked at something for a minute, then she took out her headphones and looked over at me, but didn't say anything. She gave me this kind of 'knowing' look and glanced over at mom, who wasn't looking back at me anymore. Kenzie raised her eyebrows while glancing back and forth from me to mom and gave this sort of shrug that I could tell was her way of inquiring about the smell in the car. I think she remembered what happened to my mom in the car years before and thought she may have had another accident. I felt my face flush red and immediately broke eye contact with my sister, knowing right away that this would be a dead giveaway to her about who was really responsible for the smell. I kept my face pointed down and refused to look at her and felt my eyes start to tear up like I was going to start crying again. Then I felt my sister put her hand on my shoulder and rub my back a little and I looked up and she had this really sympathetic look on her face. I remembered how years before she had looked so judgmental and had acted strangely in reaction to my mom's accident and so I was surprised that my big sister wasn't about to give me a hard time. But instead she just looked understanding and like she wanted to help, but she knew there wasn't much she could do. So nobody really said anything much more after that for about 30 minutes until we got to the next town and stopped at a bathroom. My mom every once in a while asked if I was alright, but other than that we all just kind of went back to our own space and rode it out in the stinky car. I cleaned up and changed my pants with the help of my mom, and we continued our journey making it to the hotel later that night and finishing up our vacation without any further bathroom accidents.
So yeah, not exactly an accident, though I don't think I would have been able to hold it long enough to keep my pants clean even if we had made an emergency stop on the side of the road or something. All in all, not a horrible 'accident' experience, as far as they go. I remember getting over it pretty quickly, and actually being intrigued by it for a few weeks afterward. I just remember the feeling of having to go worse than any other time in my life and the incredible relief of finally letting it go and the absolutely enormous amount of poop that I pushed into my pants. At the time, the sensation was unpleasant to me (especially the smell), but the more I thought back on it, the more I thought about the (relatively) enjoyable parts of the experience. Even to this day, that was one of the largest poops I can remember doing, 11 year old kid or not. Also to this day I have not had another poop 'accident', but there have been close calls. Accidents happen, it's only a matter of time before I'll have another story to post about here.
Sarah E.
Story about my sister + response
I posted not long about about seeing my mom and my babysitter have accidents when I was young. I also have an accident story to share about my sister, and a not-quite-an-accident story to share about myself.
First, in response to Catherine: I never felt awkward around my mom after her accident, or years later my babysitter either for that matter. My sister was a little bit awkward about it though. For the next few weeks whenever I was with my sister and my mom (and anybody else) traveling somewhere, she would ask if mom needed to use the bathroom before we left. I remember thinking at the time how embarrassed I would be if it had been me in their shoes and I think that made me feel sympathy towards them. But I also remember thinking that no matter how embarrassing that would be, it's not like they were somehow different people just because they had an accident. It could happen to anyone, and I knew that, and that was that for me. In hindsight though, witnessing those accidents is probably what sparked my interest in this sort of thing, or at least a part of it.
My sister's accident:
This takes place when my sister was 18 and I was 10. Without sharing too much about where we live, my sister Kenzie was attending the senior-day field trip with her high school to a popular west-coast U.S. theme park. The school had busses for the students to ride in the morning and afternoon if they wanted to, but since it was the senior trip they were allowed to drive in their own cars if they wanted to as well. My sister decided to carpool with a bunch of her friends, so they wouldn't have to worry about making the afternoon bus ride home. As she told it to me, Kenzie got up late that morning and rushed to meet her friends in the school parking lot as they agreed. They immediately got in her friend's car and left. They made it to the park and spent the day having fun and things went pretty much uneventfully until late afternoon for Kenzie. She told me that around the time other students started heading back to the busses, her group had the option of going or staying since they didn't take the bus. Her group decided they would stay at the park for another couple of hours since it was right in the middle of rush hour and traffic would be at its worst. Kenzie said she had not eaten anything that day until very late, about 3:30pm. She said about an hour after lunch, which was when everybody was starting to leave, her stomach started aching. Not like she felt sick or anything, just kind of upset and full feeling was how she described it. Her group of friends included 2 of her girlfriends but also 2 of her guy friends, one of which she had a crush on at the time. You can probably see where this story is going, Kenzie was embarrassed to need to go to the bathroom in front of her crush and was trying to just ignore it. She said it was bad for a while, but then eased up and she was able to forget about it, and they had some more fun until everybody was ready to leave at about 7:00pm. Everybody stopped to use the bathroom before they left, but Kenzie said she was too embarrassed to take too long and just peed real quick and rushed out instead. She told me at the time her need to go still hadn't returned anyway. They got in the car and started heading back, but it wasn't going to be a fast trip back home. Even though traffic had died down a bit after rush hour, there were still frequent slowdowns, especially leaving a giant theme park. Kenzie said she had been in the car about 20 minutes and they had just managed to get on the highway and had about a 30 minute trip before reaching home when her need to go returned in a big way. She says she was too embarrassed to even bring it up with the 2 guy friends in the car, though she probably would have if it was just her girlfriends. So she sat there in agony for 30 minutes, the urge wouldn't go away this time. She farted a few times even though she was desperately trying to hold them back, and she told me she could smell them and they were so bad and she was afraid the others would notice but nobody seemed to. Apparently all the windows were cracked (it was summer and hot even after sunset) and everybody was pretty out-of-it after the day's activities, so she thinks she got away with it. But alas, her luck was not meant to last her long enough to get home with unsoiled pants. One of Kenzie's girlfriends was driving the car, and the 2 guy friends were being dropped off at the same house, which was on the way to where all the girls lived, so the guys would be dropped off first. Kenzie says in hindsight at least this was fortunate because if they hadn't dropped the guys off first her accident would have occurred with them still in the car. As it happens, right after the guys got dropped off, Kenzie suddenly got an urge that she immediately knew would not be denied. She told me she panicked and begged her friends to stop at the nearest public bathroom ASAP. Her friends, though somewhat perplexed, agreed and they started off. Kenzie started thinking about where they were at and what was nearby and realized they were at least 5 minutes from the nearest toilet and she says she just got this horrible sinking feeling. Kenzie didn't have 5 minutes. She told me she briefly considered just telling her friends to stop the car and letting her out right there, but they were right in the middle of a neighborhood with absolutely nothing for her to take cover behind. All this, from when they dropped the guys off and her need became desperate, to when she was considering just jumping out of the car on the side of the road, happened in the span of like 60 seconds, according to Kenzie, and that urge that she knew she couldn't hold back had not eased up in that whole time. Kenzie says she remembers the exact moment when her body surrendered to her needs and she lifted herself off the seat and her bowel movement began entering her pants. In her words: "It came out super fast like it was diarrhea, but it was pretty firm and it lasted at least 10 seconds of the load just constantly pushing into my pants". Kenzie said it didn't make enough noise for her friends in the front seat to hear, but she could actually hear it crackling and squishing into her underwear. She said the car immediately started to stink though and it wasn't long before her friends knew what had happened. Kenzie admitted it to them and told me she was about to break down and start sobbing when her friends reassured her and were able to keep from completely going to pieces about it. She said they shared their own experiences and just headed home to drop Kenzie off, and by the time they got her home they had even shared a laugh about it, pointing out that at least she managed not to poop her pants with the guys still in the car. Kenzie says her friends kept her secret and they just played it off like it never happened, and she hardly even thought about it until years later when I shared my story about my babysitter's accident with her and my mom and it reminded her.
Anyway, that's my sister's accident story from when she was 18. Held it too long because she was around guys she kind of liked and embarrassed, ended up pooping her pants in the car with 2 of her girlfriends. I have another shorter story to share about one of my own experiences that I will make another post about.
Josie
Response
To Lilly: Yes Mike and Jane were in the same grade and they often meet each other in school. I know that 14-year-old teenagers are eager to develop "love" between each other, so I encourage this beautiful feeling between them, but still, I don't want Jane to have any boyfriend before college, because puppy love may affect her study, and their minds are not mature enough.
Jane feels better now, because I tried to tell her that the most important thing in love is to understand, not to be perfect. You're right, their relationship does become closer. If there is something new and interesting between them, I will post. But if it doesn't have much to do with the toilet, I won't post it here.
Jane was actually taller than Mike, and she is very skinny, the doctor said Jane had some problems with her growth hormone, and she will keep growing in the future.
To Josh: I've also been to India a long time ago. Indian food also gives me some diarrhea, but not that serious. I remember the Indian public toilets were all very dirty, especially lady's bathroom, there's no door in most of the bathroom, and there's only a small hole using as toilet, I remember one time I dropped the turd outside the hole and need to clean it up, which gross me out. I've been to many countries, but the Indian bathroom were the nastiest bathroom I've ever seen.
To Ohio toiletstool fan: Sure, I also have a feeling of it. When I poop, after the first fart, or after I open my butthole, I can immediately smell it. But after pooping everything out, I can smell nothing. I remember one day after pooping, I can still smell it, and I realized it's because I pooped a big turd which sticks out of water. Also, the bathroom will be smelly if I'm too gassy on the toilet.
Survey:
1I never did any courtesy flush unless I think I'm clogging the toilet.
2 Not at all. I often open the door while pooping at home.
3Not at all
4No.
To Jerika: Me and my family all pay attention to the epidemic, and we never took off our mask outside our house. I never feel uncomfortable pooping in a mask, maybe because I rarely get constipated, wearing a mask can also avoid the smell in the bathroom. So I think it's good wearing a mask when pooping.
To Leah: I practiced gymnastics in college and I often met the school volleyball team in the gym, I remember the volleyball team were pretty big, and there are many tall girls, some were even 6'7. They're all strong and they have amazing body figures. I remember one time, after training,
I met the volleyball team in girl's changing room. By the time I need a pee, so I went to the bathroom in the changing room, all of the three stalls were being taken by three volleyball players and I can tell that there're all pooping because of the strong stench. The girl in the third stall went out first and left many skidmark in the toilet. After I finished my pee, other two girls were still pooping, so I stayed and want to see how much can they poop. The girl in the first stall came out five minutes later, she seems to have a little diarrhea, but she told me its ok and she often have loose poop after training. The last girl keep pooping for another five minutes, she was taking a huge dump and farting a lot. After she came out, she told me she clogged the toilet, so I went in the stall and have a look, there's four big turds at the bottom and about six medium turds floating in the water. I was curious and asked her why she poop such a lot like this. She told me their coach were very strict on their eating diet and she usually eats a lot, she poop 3 times a day and the average amount were like this.
A few days after this, I heard the toilet cleaner complaining about the volleyball team because they often clogged the toilet and leave a strong smell in the bathroom.
Catherine
Responses to Robyn and Ohio Fan
Robyn,
I wondered when you would make an appearance on this sight! Having followed Victoria B for years now, I am so happy that she has found happiness with you and you with her! I wish you both the best! As far as your questions, I've never been asked to warm a seat, nor have I asked someone else to do it. In fact, our master bathroom toilet has a seat warmer!
I hope to hear more from you and glad that you are accepting of Victoria's "thing" with poop, because she is not the only one!
Ohio Fan,
Here are the answers to your survey!
Questions:
1. When at home taking a dump that's really smelly, do you give yourself a courtesy flush at some point, or are you like me and will sit there, relaxed in your own aromatherapy(lol)? That is so funny! Somewhere I read that our own smells are never as bad to us as another person's. But, I never courtesy flush. I have to see the final product, regardless of how big or how it smells. So there's that...
2. Do you feel any embarrassment if you stink it up and your spouse or long time significant other smell it? Alan and I are comfortable that we do not try to mask the smell. We may poke a little fun at each other, but really we are both a little aroused by knowing one of us just took a big one.
3. Are you bothered a lot, little, or not at all by your spouse or SO stinking it up? Not at all. It's natural to go. We eat very healthy, which reduces the smell, but we can have some that smell pretty strong.
4. Any embarrassment taking a smelly dump at a close relative's or friend's place? Most of the time I have a toilet spray in my purse for such occasions. It's rare that I go at someone's house. But I've stunk it up as well as clogged toilets at friends' houses. So, I just take a deep breath and face the music!
I hope that's helpful!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Mina Maho Hisae Kazuko
We want to help but....
This is for Josie the wife of James.
We talked and talked and talked but we think, our ideas is only our ideas, so Josie if you be angry, we are very sorry.
We know it is embarrassing to do a motion, for some people. We four don't mind it now, but we were all a bit shy before.
It takes time to be accustom to doing a motion without shame. Time, time, time.
Maho said, doing motions is a necessary very much for our health. Everybody do.
All of us think that it takes time but Mike should know that it is normal to do motions, even for a pretty girl. But Maho said, he is very young, so he can't understand yet. Hisae said, what is happen if in future, he and Jane are married? Every day he will hear her do motions, or smell them, and he will accustom, Hisae is sure about that. He also have to do, in same toilet with her. Then Maho said again, Health. Her father is doctor, so she is sensitive about health.
When I read part about twenty turds in five minutes, to my friends, Kazuko said Ooooooh. She often does twenty turds in a one sitting. Me too.
I thought, maybe after sleep a few nights, Jane will not to worry so much. But we are not sure, because individual difference. If she continue worry, perhaps Claire can make Mike feel that to do motions is no big deal really. But we all think, timing is a very important.
I can't find anywhere, ages of Jane and Mike. Are they teen?
Perhaps (this is Mina's idea) when timing is good, Claire can talk to Mike about feeling of "respect". If he falls in love with Jane, he have to remember that respect is very important. If he is good boy, he will understand. And then Jane can know that he understands, so if she has stomachache again, he can say to her "I hope you feel better soon" and she can say "I'm sorry I'm not in good mood but I didn't feel well so much".... such kind of things. And if Mike has stomachache when they are together, it is the same thing, mirror reflection.
I said on this site before, but I say again, I hate when people (it is usually children) laugh when one of them does motions. I think very important that Jane and Mike know, such kind of laughing is stupid and wrong very much. Motions is a part of daily life and it is only business of person who is doing, his or her parents, and doctor, when something is wrong. Maho and Kazuko and Hisae also hate.
I am so sorry, I don't know how to express what we feel...... And my bad English is not a help, but we want to send this letter soon. Before Jane starts to be panic.
We hope you get many of letters from other people. Then you will choose which advice is best. If our ideas are not best one, you can forget. You can print out page, tear it in a rage, and throw on bonfire. We won't be angry.
Suddenly I remember just one more thing. When I was schoolgirl, my mother said, " Mina sit on toilet long time every morning, just relax, if possible do all motions so you won't be need to go to toilet again in same day. Even you don't want to do, sit on toilet, and stay there long time. In your house. not in school." Almost all days, I was success, I did twenty (?) turds in toilet of my house and didn't go again that day. Maho had similar experience.
If you read my before post, you will find, my mother heard Kazuko do twenty turds in toilet of my house in my hometown, and she said, "Kazuko will feel good, I am happy she do lots and lots."
We all four us wish to you and Jane and Claire and Mike and all your families, a good good luck.
From Kazuko, Hisae, Maho and Mina, with lots love.
Mina, Hisae, Kazuko, Maho
To Robyn and Victoria
I write separate post because it is separate situation. It is a bit difficult to write because Kazuko's head on my left shoulder, Maho's head on my right shoulder, and Hisae behind me with busy massage. I hear "Minappé" in 3 soft croon voices, finally I say "stop to call me and let me to write, after I finish I hug all of you."
We are all so happy! that Robyn and Victoria you can agree each other about this site and have interested in loo activity of each other. You will be more closer and love each other more! It is wonderful thing.
If Maho or Hisae or Kazuko call to me to bring TP, I will be so happy!!! I will bring with a great pleasure. But in our home it never happen.
Hisae always say to us, "how happy you are because I warm seat for you!" We say her, "Warmth of Hisae is warmer than warmth of every other person in world!" and squeeze her hand or her knee. (But our loo has electric warm seat function.)
I hope that is good answer for question 2 and question 3.
Lots love from Mina and 3 warm heart crushes
P.S. To Ms/Mr Moderator: If you can possible, please post a few letters of other people between this post and my post to Josie. She will feel better if this post is not neighbour of our post to her. Thank you, from Mina + 3.
Tuesday, February 02, 2021
Kaycha
Leaky
So even though I'm not the frequent pants wetter I was as a kid, I still go through periods where I'm a bit more accident prone than the rest of the time, mostly partial accidents though. Think wet crotch area or wetness spread onto my thighs but not all down my legs. So a couple weeks ago I woke up in a wet bed. Ok, so that still happens a few times a week usually so I didn't think much of it except the laundry is a nuisance. But at the post office later that morning, I didn't get much warning before I suddenly leaked in my panties. I clamped my thighs together to hold it but that only worked for a couple minutes then two big warm dribbles back to back and oh why was I wearing tan pants?? I started squirming but trying not to look like I was squirming. Then my damp panties got very warm and I knew an accident was on its way. I left my place in line and hurried outside as another dribble darkened the crotch of my pants then another spread the wetness across my upper thighs. Tears filled my eyes. Not again, I wanted to cry. There was literally nowhere close by to go potty if I couldve even made it in time. I was desperate as I stood there, holding my crotch trying to hide my softball size wet spot. I suddenly ran around back of the post office. No delivery trucks were there and as another trickle dripped down my leg, I pulled my already wet pants down and squatted. I was already going as I pulled my pants down but I managed to finish on the ground. I peed for what seemed like forever. I don't know why I go through these periods where I get so little warning. So I pulled up my very wet pants and headed home. I know this is a bit inappropriate but sometimes the wetness makes me a bit...well...you know. It's not that I like accidents, I hate them and the embarrassment and inconvenidnce! But the wetness pressed against my crotch feels good and I ended up enjoying a bit of personal time after I got cleaned up. I guess that's a perk of this struggle. I almost peed my pants earlier today but luckily made it in time. More childhood stories later.Noot
Just Checking In/Audrey's Survey!
So, lately I've started making a conscious effort to drink much more water than usual for health reasons. The inevitable side effect of this is that I'm peeing way more than I used to!
The trouble is, I don't usually go pee unless I'm desperate, so I've had a fair few more desperate moments than usual these last few days! Just a couple of hours ago, I nearly didn't make it because I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't get up to head to the bathroom until it was nearly too late. I might have dribbled in my pants a little bit, which isn't unheard of for me, but I still like to keep it quiet!
I wanted to fill in my first survey on here, and Audrey's one was recent, so here goes!
Where have you gone before? (so to speak...)
- The loo, urinals, showers, baths, against a tree, swimming pools, hot tubs, the ocean, bottles, cups, my underwear (the latter three are all in emergencies)
Have you tried:
-Change rooms in clothing stores?
- not yet!
-On the front door step of a neighbour you don't like?
- not yet!
-In your living room? (Or all around your house)
- only in the bathroom and my bedroom so far...
-On public transit?
>Wearing diapers & going while you're sitting next to your fellow commuters.
- not yet!
-In a Mens(women's if you're male) Room?
- yes!
-In the urinal of a Mens(women's if you're male) room?
- yes!
-In the woods?
- yes!
-In your front/backyard?
- yes!
-In the garden of your front/backyard?
- yes!
-With some friends?
- yes!
-On the side of the road, just off a busy highway with other cars going by? (But NOT in one of the lanes. "Safety first", you know...)
- yes!
-A mall parking lot after you've just done some shopping?
- not yet!
-In a large potted plant somewhere in your home?
- not yet!
>I tried that a few times.
-In a friend's pool?
- not yet!
-On a beach?
- yep!
-Perhaps in the park near a jogging path you use regularly?]
- yep!
Josh
Explosive diarrhea on a train in india
Me and my wife were traveling abroad one summer traveling to places we have never been to. We were in India ees o one night we go out for food and drinks no big deal I had something new I wanted to try my wife stuck with her usual. That night in the hotel everything was normal no issues. The next day we booked a small train to travel .
On the train which was a 3 he ride my wife had to pee. She went to the only bathroom in the back, well I started to feel my stomach cramp a little. She returned we sat and talked about 30 minutes later a major cramp hit my wife even heard it and asked if i was ok. I told her i think i am about to have bad diarrhea she laughed i told her i was going to the toilet she asked me if i was going to hover i replyed with diarrhea i will be in there a while so that was a no. She handed me a big handful of tissues and wished me luck which i thought was odd. I get to the back of the train where the bathroom is and I was now desperate clenching tight I open the door there was a heavy set indian lady sitting on the toilet cleaned forward with her head down she didn't see me so I shut the door quietly praying she would hurry. While waiting about to shit myselfbi thought I guess there is no lock. After a couple minutes she comes out I rush past her and yep no lock. I look at the toilet omg it was the nastiest toilet I have ever seen but i didn't have a choice. It was a steel toilet with no seat and a pull handle flush. I line the hole with tissues my wife gave me as soon as i sat down a loud explosive mushy poop exploded in the toilet i was so thankful to be sitting on a dirty toilet cause that was close i was still having diarrhea for a time when the door opened it was that same big indian lady she shut th e door after seeing me on the pot a few minutes later she was knocking speaking loudly a language i didn't understand i said sorry diarrhea finally after a while i feel better i walk out she is standing just waiting.
I had bad diarrhea for the next 2 days thankfully i was able to reach a toilet 3each time. No more indian food for me ever again.
Lilly
Replies to Josie and Kristen
Josie: That's so cute that your daughter and your best friend's son have feelings for each other! Is Mike in the same grade as your daughter and do they meet up often in school? If I remembered correctly, Jane is 14 right? That's actually not too young and you don't need to worry about a relationship developing between them. Perhaps it is a little early for a date, but you're absolutely correct to encourage this feeling between them!! And I hope Jane is feeling better now. It's definitely a normal experience and Mike would have understood that everyone goes through that at some point. Although it may be a little uncomfortable at first, the event could actually bring Mike and Jane closer to each other than before, and according to your story I think that's becoming true. Mike would definitely care for Jane even more in the future following this, since he had known to care for Jane! Also just wanted to ask is Jane 178 cm tall? She must be really skinny since you called her a petite girl at this height. Is Mike about the same height as her?
I wish the kids all the best for each other! Please please keep us updated on how their relationship goes and tell us any stories of them being together. Thanks!!
Kristen: That's so nice of you to take the blame and relieve Ava before she had an accident!! You seem really considerate and thoughtful and I wish I could have thought of that! Good for you!
LillyJenifer
Gas station clerk
Hi my name is jen I work at a small gas station in a very small town I mean small there is 2 gas stations. Well we are the only one that is open all night and I get some sketchy customers in the early morning hrs let me tell you. Our bathroom is a single one seater toilet in the back and one morning g I was feeling not to well I knew I needed to poop but I had a couple customers.
One guy went to the bathroom the other dude was making a coffee. Well the guy must of been taking a shit he was in there a few minutes and by now my bowels were screaming to be let loose I was cramping bad. Finally that guy came out and left I guess all he needed was a shit the other dude making coffee was just hanging out and I couldn't take it any longer I asked him if he minded if I went to the toilet he said sure go ahead .I get back there omg the smaell but I had to go I clean the seat sit down and oh the relief . A single push and a load of soft noisy mush exploded in the bowl. The relief felt so good damn I had to poo bad I am sitting there getting ready to wipe when the door flys open and a poor girl standing there already unbuttoning her pants just sighed I said sorry finishing g now I walk out she was right there holding her stomach and apologized and ran past me I went back to the front she was in there a few minutes. Well I know how those morning g poops are when it's time its time..Ohio toiletstool fan
Smell survey.
Hello fellow poopers and farters. Hope you're all doing plenty of both and enjoying it, as I do.
Normally when poop comes out my butt into the toilet I can smell it at first, then I can't smell it anymore. I believe many of us are like this. It's fascinating to go nose-blind to the strong and distinctive odor of our poop. However the other day I noticed the smell wasn't going away. 10-15 minutes sitting there it was just as stinky as the first few seconds. Come to find out half the turd was sticking above the water, that's why the smell lingered. I still did no courtesy flushing, just sat there smelling it like it was nothing. Please tell me I'm not the only one who'll just sit there pooping, stinking it way up, and not be the least bit bothered by it.
Questions:
1. When at home taking a dump that's really smelly, do you give yourself a courtesy flush at some point, or are you like me and will sit there, relaxed in your own aromatherapy(lol).
2. Do you feel any embarrassment if you stink it up and your spouse or long time significant other smell it?
3. Are you bothered a lot, little, or not at all by your spouse or SO stinking it up?
4. Any embarrassment taking a smelly dump at a close relative's or friend's place?
Answers to my own questions:
1.No courtesy flushing, I sit there stinking it up(unless I'm really sick with diarrhea).
2. No embarrassment, especially because she feels no shame taking stinky dumps and letting off her toxic farts in my presence.
3. Not in the least.
4. Rarely happens since I don't go to those places often. But I'll stink it up with little to no shame.
That's it for now. Hopefully I can come up with more interesting subject matter next time I post. Until then my fellow proud poopers/farters, take care and happy pooping.
Robyn
Hello to all!
Hello!
I'm that Robyn, the girlfriend/partner of Victoria, that Victoria. I stole her phone because she forgot it when she went into her ensuite. She said she was only warming the seat for me but after what sounded like a couple splash hits I started to suspect otherwise.
Yep. She's pooping. Definitely pooping. Anyway, she came clean to me and admitted her "thing" about number two. It was an emotional moment but I understood, supported her and admitted that I had the same "thing" from the first time I heard her sighs and moans. A few questions:
1) Have you ever been asked to be a seat-warmer?
2) Would you do it, either if someone needed to pee or needed a #2?
3) Has someone ever warmed the seat for you?
I hear her calling my name. She's out of TP and asked me to bring her a new roll. Oh no!
<3 Robyn
Kenna
Trying a suppository
Hey everyone! Im finally back! Ive just been super busy as of late and havent had time to post. Josh has been having his normal struggles going poop but he hasnt had a super hard time until recently. We were running some errands and had just finished lunch when josh told me he had to go poop. We headed for the bathrooms and he told me he might be quite awhile but would try to hurry up but his poop felt like it was going to be really hard and that he hadnt been able to go in a few days. I told him to take his time and i would continue shopping. About 10 minutes later i texted him asking how he was doing. He said that his poop was very hard and it wasnt coming out yet. He could push the tip out but it wasnt coming any further. He joined me a few minutes later and we finished shopping but still had some errands to run. Our next stop had a family restroom in it and i led josh into it and locked the door. I asked him if he wanted to try pooping again with my help and he said yes. He sat on the toilet and began to push. After about 5 minutes it still wasnt coming out so i spread a bunch of paper towels on the floor and helped josh into a squat position. I told him to concentrate and push again. Josh started pushing and i watched as his anus slowly opened and the tip began to show again but it would get to a certain point and stay stuck right there. I spread joshs buttcheeks and told him to keep pushing. He pushed and pushed but every time his turd stopped in the same spot and was completely stuck. "Kenna, i cant go, im going to try at home later" josh admitted. "Do you want to try a suppository?" I asked. Josh hesitantly agreed and luckily the store we were in had some. We arrived home and josh led me to the bathroom. "One more try before i use a suppository" josh said. He pushed in vain for awhile on the toilet with me hugging him and encouraging him but his poop wouldnt come out. "Can you help me get the suppository in?" Josh asked. "Of course" i told him. He knelt down and stuck his butt in the air. I unwrapped a suppository and asked if he was ready. I slowly inserted the suppository and tried pushing it into the end of his poop but it was so hard i dont know if i got it or not and admitted so to josh. We left the bathroom and he held the suppository for as long as he could until the urge got stronger. We headed back to the bathroom and josh sat on the toilet and began to try again. It was still pretty hard and he was having trouble. I had him get off the toilet and kneel down with his butt facing me and i told him to push. His poop began to come out again and i could see the suppository was melted around the hard tip. It got to its certain point and stuck once more. "Keep going, Josh, you can do this, push hard" i encouraged. He pushed and pushed and finally his turd began to move with lots of comforting and encouraging from me. "It hurts kenna!!" Josh moaned. "Keep going babe, your making progress, it will be out soon!" Josh struggled and strained and worked hard for another few minutes and his poop didnt move much. It was black, hard and knobby. Ugh, this one is killing me!! Josh panted. "Keep going, youve got this" i began to coach him when he was pushing and would tell him when his poop was coming out more. (Im surr he could feel it moving when it did but i was trying my best to help him and be supportive of his effort!) "Take a really deep breath and push, then breathe and push again" i told him. He began to push and i told him i was going to count to 10 and to not let up on his push until i got there, and then we would repeat until he needed a break or his poop came out. "Ready?" "Yes". "Deep deep breath and push ok"? Josh inhaled deeply and once he started on a push i began to count. I got to 10 and told him deep breath and try again. He pushed hard again and his log came out a little bit more. "Keep it up, its starting to come out again!" He pushed to 10 seconds 6 more times in a row and now with each push his poop was moving. "Almost done josh, good job, push push push push push!!" I coaxed. He struggled with the next few inches when it appeared his poop was tapering off in size a little. We got to 10 a couple more times but on his next try i got to 6 when his poop sped up and came all the way out! It was about 20" long. He pushed some more but i didnt see any more poop inside him so i knew he was done. He stood to wipe and i grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and placed his turd in the toilet. He wiped once and was clean. We flushed the toilet, washes our hands and i gave josh a huge hug and congratulated him. He thanked me for the help and being patient during his struggle. We didnt do much of anything the rest of the day and i let josh rest and recover. That was an ordeal but im glad its over! Ill update as i can! Take care everyone! Xoxo kenna
Sunday, January 31, 2021
Catherine
To Leah
Leah,
I played college volleyball at a small, private school in the south, so we did not have anyone 6'6. However, I'm 6'1 and was on the upper end as far as height is concerned. My poops are usually long and thick. I think it has to do with what we eat, the amount of food we eat and staying healthy and fit, as athletes are supposed to do. Too, I've had much shorter friends share stories of large, long poops, mainly because of diet and exercise.
When it comes to poop, bigger is always better!
Love,
Catherine!Hollyrae
Bowling bathrooms
Yesterday me and Hannah went bowling. When we got there all the lanes were busy and while we waited for something to open, I told Hannah to come to the bathroom with me. I had pooed at home when I got up, but I hadn't peed yet. I had expected the toilets to have a waiting line. Strange enough, there wasn't. Three toilets, each with its door partially open. With choices like that, I really don't care which toilet I'm going to take. Hannah said she had to crap, and she hadn't been able to get a cleanout since she tried at school like two or three days before. She insisted on the middle toilet. So she closed the door and latched it and before she sat on the seat I could hear a gurgling.
She thudded onto the seat so fast I don't know how she was able to rip her clothing down. Right away there seemed to be several splashes at once into the water, a terrible smell which I thought was diarrhea. It was. Then came another round. Then I saw her spread her legs and I could see her sliding back on the seat so I knew she was looking between her legs at what was in the toilet.
As I was pulling my sweats and panties down before I could take the seat, she said she had gotten the clean out she needed. She had stayed over with me last night and she found a laxative in our bathroom that she used. She had done the math wrong and thought it would have worked later that afternoon, after she had gone back home. With my piss in progress and a couple of wipes of my nose because of the smell, I told Hannah to flush it ASAP. She did that from her seat something that surprised me, but she said she was feeling a little shaky.
Hannah let off some more farts and then again another pounding into the toilet water. My piss was done but I sat and tried to comfort her. As we counted back the days, she admitted it was six days earlier that she had her last crap. Conditions are bad at our school and although we have no trouble pissing there, she holds her crap in. See back in like 4th grade a couple of immature boys were getting a drink from the water fountains between the girls and guys bathrooms. Each had just an open entrance and you would take one step up and be in the bathroom. She had a pass out of class and with the hallway silent and no one else in there, they could Hannah go into the stall, her crap splash in the water and also the noise of some piss. So they began making faces and snickering when she raised her hand in class to ask the teacher for a pass. Oh, because there was a test coming up that day, Hannah had forgotten to flush and they would use a rude hand gesture when she walked by them in class to leave for the bathroom.
So after sitting and talking for a few more minutes at the bowling alley, Hannah flushed a second time. Then she said a loud profanity. I asked her what happened. She said there was no toilet paper and that she had a big cleaning job to do. I just stayed seated and rolled off the paper each time Hannah asked for it. As I figured she would, I must have given her five or six hands full. She wiped from the seat, something that kind of surprised me considering the cleaning job she had. I was surprised all the paper went down in a single flush. But I could hear a gurgle or two. At the sinks, I asked her why she always selects the middle toilet in such places. She's forgetful to check for toilet paper sometimes, and she likes having a person on each side of her when that happens. I told my mom about that and she said it makes good sense. I agree.
Josie
My daughter having a rough day
I have a friend name Claire, we've been friends since college, we often go shopping or have dinner together. We're all married now, her son Mike and my second daughter Jane were in the same school.
I've met Mike before, he is a very nice kid, not only have handsome looking, but also have good grades and great basketball skills, Jane also thinks highly of him. Me and Claire are close friends so we often hang out together, sometimes we bring our child with us. According to my observation, Jane fell in love with Mike. I think Mike had a little bit of crush on Jane too, because Jane is also considered pretty by the people around her, she has beautiful figure, white skin and amazing blonde hair. But because they're too young, so I won't let them have a date together, but I still encourage this feeling between them.
Yesterday, I woke up at the usual time. I can see Carol doing her morning poo in the second floor bathroom, but surprisingly, I found James in the first floor bathroom. I need a little explain here, in the morning, we usually let our girls to be the first to use the bathroom, because they often need to poop right after they wake up, but me and James usually go after breakfast. I remember one time I go before Carol, and when I finished I found that Carol already had an accident in her pants. So I asked Jane why James go before her, but she just told me she don't have the urge of pooping.
After lunch, Claire called and asked me if I want to hang out this afternoon, I agreed. As usual, we both bring our kids. Up to that time, Jane still haven't poop.
Because Carol had to stay at home finishing her homework, so I took Jane with me and met Claire in a nearby shopping mall to buy something.
The kids walked in front of me and Claire, so I can see that Jane was peeking at Mike all the time, and every time Mike take a glance at Jane, Jane just turn her head away and blush, also, when Jane didn't notice, Mike will also look at Jane shyly. They really looked like the first time me and James met each other.
As I was thinking about what to do with this special relationship of my daughter, a sudden urge of poop hit me. So I told Claire I need a bathroom, surprisingly, Jane said she needs one too. So we went in the next bathroom we found. As we get in, Jane raised her butt and ripped a very huge fart, she told me she was just a bit of bloated and too embarrassed to fart in front of Mike.
There are three stalls in the bathroom, the first one was broken and is full of dirty poop, the second one has a poor girl having diarrhea in it, so I went into the third stall.
After pee for 10 seconds, I let out a fart. By the time, I can still heard Jane constantly farting outside, seems like she's really gassy, probably because she didn't had her morning poop. Then I began pushing, a big turd stretched my butthole and cracked out. As I was pushing, I heard Jane knocking on the door " Mom, are you pooping? I began to have the urge of pooping now, can you let me share the toilet with you?" There's no way I'm going to answer because the toilet were very small, it couldn't let two person poop together, also, Jane's morning poo were always quite messy.
That big turd splashed into the water a minute later, I pushed again, five medium sized turd dropped into the water with five big plop, at last, I finished my dump with a windy fart. Now the bathroom stinks like hell, the stench was mixed by three kind of smell: my poop smell, diarrhea smell from that girl and the rotten egg smell from Jane's fart. I went out and asked if she wants to go, but Jane refused because if she go and take for too long, Mike will know we both had a #2.
After we get out, Claire had a sniff and said "OMG Josie, you both smells awful, did you both poop?" I said "Jane didn't, but I did a bigger business." Jane gave me a grateful look.
A few hours later, we went to a park nearby and take a walk in it. Jane became more desperate, and Claire also need to poop. So we find some portable toilets, I let Claire went in first, Mike need to pee and he let Jane go first.
Usually, Jane wasn't shy taking a dump in portable toilet, but now she needs to take a huge dump around Mike, so her face became completely red.
She went in and close the door, but me and Mike can still hear a lot outside. At first, Jane was very shy, her grunts were very soft, but it's still able to heard that she was having a rough time pushing the turds. After grunting softly for five minutes, Jane seemed to lose her patient, she began to grunt very loudly like NNNNGGGGGHHHH. A minute later, a huge fart blasted out with a huge splash. By the time, Mike blushed, and I noticed that there were some male physiological reactions in his lower body. Jane keep grunting and and pushed out a big wave of turds that plopped into the water for a few minutes. She must have pushed out at least twenty turds in five minutes. At last, she end the poop with a big wet fart and started wiping.
After Jane came out, when she saw Mike outside, her face turned red in an instant and started crying. The huge stench of the poop were attacking me and Mike's nostril. Mike ignored the smell and went in, as he saw the scene in the toilet, he was shocked. I was also surprised to see what's in the toilet, Jane was a petite young girl, but she had clogged the toilet completely, in the toilet, there's a huge log in the bottom, blocking the toilet and a lot of medium turds floating in the water.
Jane leaned on my shoulder and sobbed, and Mike was too shy to look at Jane. So I just told Claire there's something wrong with Jane's stomach and take Jane home.
Up to now, Jane's mood is still very low, could anyone gave me some advice on how to comfort her?Deb
More Accidents
Hello,
My name is Deb. It looks like my last post didn't make it, so I will try to summarize what's been going on in my life since my last post...
It had been about two months since my last period as I am now right in the thick of peri-menopause. It happened about a week and a half ago. It was Thursday morning and I was working out at home in our basement gym. I tend to sweat a lot when I workout, so I didn't feel that my period was starting even though my panties and workout shorts felt damp. I noticed that it had started after my workout as I was getting cleaned up and ready for work. It was light so I just wore a regular ultra thin pad by Always. I packed a few more pads including some overnight ultra thins.
It got quite a bit heavier as the day went on and I actually had an accident when my regular pad leaked at the back. For some reason I didn't even notice and pretty much walked around for a while with a big period stain on my bum. When I decided to go to the ladies room, I was horrified at what I saw and super embarrassed. I didn't even have a change of clothes with me, nor did I have anything to tie around my waist. I put on an overnight pad and did my best to keep my back away from everyone for the rest of the day.
My period was heavier on Friday so I wore an extra heavy overnight ultra thin pad and brought with me extras as well as some of the thicker maxi pad versions. I also made sure to have extra pants and panties with me.
Then the diarrhea started. That was terrible. Luckily I was wearing a pad each time, so they pretty much acted like a diaper when I didn't make it to the washroom. One time happened while my husband, daughter and I were out getting some groceries. The cramps started and I knew I was in trouble. I told my husband that I needed a toilet so I left him and our daughter, but I didn't quite make it. I had to change my pad as it was a total mess.
That's all for now. Thanks for reading!
Deb