A Poo Poo Kind of Morning I tried not to look down the mouth of hell staring back at me from inside the glaringly pristine outer ceramic shell of the white throne, my throat catching, stomach doing half flips and a rather impressive rollover routine that would have gotten at least a 9.
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But when Fee finds out ownership of the property Iris willed her might be in question, she\'s drawn into the seedy underbelly of the cutest town in America after being singled out as the main suspect in a murder.
Her grandmother\'s death grants her a new chance-inheriting Petunia\'s, Iris Fleming\'s bed and breakfast, seems like the ideal fresh start.
An adventure that has left her with no career, an ex who cheated on her and zero plans for the future. "At what point," I waved the dripping plunger, wincing as droplets of yuck flew, "did I think owning a bed and Breakfast was going to be glamorous and romantic?" Fiona Fleming hasn\'t lived in Reading, Vermont in over a decade, her escape from small town living leading her to New York City and a life of adventure.
Big girl panties and adulting and all that.
Suck it up, Fee.
Instead, I forced myself to smile and swallow and remind myself the elbow length yellow rubber gloves grasping the handle of the standard issue plunger were all that stood between me and Pooageddon. 5 even from the Russian judges.
A Poo Poo Kind of Morning I tried not to look down the mouth of hell staring back at me from inside the glaringly pristine outer ceramic shell of the white throne, my throat catching, stomach doing half flips and a rather impressive rollover routine that would have gotten at least a 9
