Way back in February, during my coaching season, I needed something to look forward to. I love coaching, but the season is long (end of October to mid/late February) and I longed to do something that involved being outside. So, Travis, Tayden, and I decided to go skiing in the Upper Peninsula the first weekend of March. Of course, the weather didn’t cooperate, as it was well into the forties that weekend, even in the UP. Obviously, not good skiing weather. So, we changed tac and decided to spend a day with each of our college girls. Since we only had to pack for a weekend jaunt in nice weather, we used small overnight bags. I had a small black one that I ordered from Amazon that turned out to be a little too small. In an effort to keep Travis’ stuff out of my bigger overnight bag (he loves to sneak his things into my luggage), I offered him that bag. 

We were finishing packing up Friday morning when Travis yelled, “HOLY SHIT! WHAT IS THIS!!!” I ran into our bedroom to make sure he was okay. He was holding open a side pocket of the bag I had lent him, his clothes neatly packed in the main compartment. I said, “What?” Then, I was treated to an eyeful of what, in fact, appeared to be poo in a side pocket of that bag. The pocket Travis was poised to put his book into. I stretched my mind to contemplate how poo got into that bag. But it didn’t smell like poo, although it didn’t smell good either. 

At this point, I had a revelation. I recalled using that bag for a diving meet when I couldn’t find my regular dive meet bag. I also recalled grabbing a banana from the coach’s room at that meet and tucking it into my bag to snack on during the drive home with the team on the bus. Additionally, I recalled a bad smell in our closet for some time. I never snacked on that banana. I never needed that bag for a meet again. Then, I generously lent the bag to Travis. How nice of me. As I was recalling all those things, I started laughing uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stop. The more indignant Travis got, the harder I laughed. 

We started referring to it as the poo bag. After looking at it more closely, we realized that neither of us wanted to try to clean it. In fact, after I got my laughter under control, I started trying to clean it and gagged. So, we were forced to throw the bag away. I told Travis that I was sure he would get back at me, and he did. But you will have to wait until next week to hear his inadvertent basement project retribution. 

Here are some pictures from our weekend visiting the girls. We visited Ball State first and UIndy second, running into Travis’ brother, Clayton, and his family at the Indianapolis zoo. Clay and Heidi’s daughter, Joslyn, and her family live in Indy. It was a happy coincidence. Have a great week everyone! Happy Humpday! You’re halfway to the weekend!