A shit sandwich

Neither Zack nor I, particularly me, is what one would call a religious person. That said, there’s got to be something to this Karma thing. Let me explain. Zack and I are shit-talkers, of the highest order. We talk shit together, we talk shit apart. Recently, perhaps even on the same day, we were both bragging to other parents about how Maeve is almost eight months old and she’s never had so much as the sniffles! Ha! All those poor schleps with their wan and sickly kids. Day care; that’s the real villain. We know it and we talk shit about it. Well, the day Maeve turned eight months, she so poetically got her first cold. We deserve it. We know. Lesson learned… If you talk enough shit, you’re gonna end up eatin’ a shit sandwich.