HB: What’re we going to talk about today?
SPAL: Don’t know. Blogger’s mishaps last week screwed up my writing rhythm. I think mummsy calls it brain constipation.
HB: Are you sick?
SPAL: No. Mummsy says it’s when the words won’t come out.
HB: Like when you can make poops and you need to eat grass?
SPAL: Yup. Something like that.
HB: Okay… I think. But, how is making words like making a poop?
SPAL: Sometimes you know they’re there…you know, like the poops, but they refuse to come out. And, sometimes…like mummsy says they can explode out of your head onto paper like poops can explode out of your bum. Mummsy calls that IBS writing or brains. It’s when she can’t keep the words from coming out.
HB: Is IBS writing good?
SPAL: Yeah. It’s better than having the other problem. It’s good to have IBS brains.
HB: Oh….only at the other end it’s not good. Right? ‘Cause I don’t like IBS poops. It makes my tummy hurt.
SPAL: Right.
HB: How are we going to get IBS brains? Eat more grass?
SPAL: Do what mummsy does. Go for a walk. Eat treats. Read a book. Read some blogs. Listen to Beethoven.
SPAL: Hoped this helped anyone having brain constipation today. My you have IBS brains, instead.
Very truly yours,
Sir Poops-A-Lot
and
Hair Ball
