Here is my husband emerging triumphant after taking a crap in the most disgusting outhouse I have ever seen or smelled. Since there was no air flow, the fucking thing was about 1000 degrees, and he sweat through his shirt while in there trying not to pass out. He is both shell-shocked by and proud of what he did, chin shiny with sweat. Husband claims he came out of the outhouse 5 lbs. lighter; 3 lbs shed from his crap and 2 lbs from perspiration. How can I not love such an amazing man?!?

PS - Since I blocked out his face, doesn't he also sort of look panicked? Like, "Hey! I can't see! There's a big black box over my face!" It's weird how his expression fits the situation.