
"In the south, we used corn cobs," my mother-in-law said.
That was cool.
My husband and I looked at each other. "Not bad," I said. "Good texture for reaching nooks and crannies. Soft. A butt brush! Pretty genius."
My father-in-law had a different plan.
"Here's what you do: cut up sh#t rags," he said, explaining that he's got a supply all ready to go in the garage. He even texted me a photo of one of the rags.
"But what are you going to do with them afterward?" I asked. "You can't flush them. Do you have a bucket set up to put them in? And wait -- does your wife know about this plan?! What does she think of it?"
He didn't answer. Then my husband chimed in.
"No dad, there's a far more elegant solution: They call it Sh#t, Shower and Shave. You take a sh#t, then you get in the shower."
There was silence on the phone.
"I never thought of that!" my father-in-law replied finally. "I gotta go ... take a shower!"
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