On Tuesday, I awoke with a rumbly in my tumbly.  Skip to 4 hours later, and I was bowing before the porcelain queen in what I so affectionately call the "poo potty" at work.  You know the one I'm talking about.  It's usually the handicapped stall in the most tucked away bathroom in...

For the past 8 months this has been my constant companion. It's like that egg project from high school where you have to keep it with you at all times in some lame attempt to show teenagers what it would be like to have a real kid. If they're really trying to keep teenagers from...