I was diagnosed with IBS when I was 12 years old. It is a huge pain in the ass and I always have to be near a bathroom....especially when I'm upset. Being nervous or anxious always triggers it and I have to high tail it to the bathroom. My husband knows this all too well.
Well, today is my final for level III. The last thing standing between me and my last semester. To say I'm nervous about it would be an understatement.
So I'm having lunch with big daddy today, and he can tell I'm freaking out. Then he says this (with a totally straight face):
"I can't imagine the hell your sphincter is going through right now"
And that, my friends, is how I know I've found my soulmate.