Not now, I'm reading...

A question was asked on the 2Peas NSBR message board this morning that prompted this entry. One of the ladies asked if anybody really reads magazines in the bathroom cuz she never stayed that long. Ha! I cracked up!

You know how they talk about a man's home being his castle? Yeah, well... the bathroom was literally my father's throne room. I mean, the man lived in the john! It was his own private library and woe to anyone who had to pee while he was in there, which was all the time. You better learn how to hold it, find another pot somewhere, or tinkle in the bushes.

To compound the felony, he always, I mean always, left the toilet seat up (I'm not even going to go there!) Do I need to tell you how many times I picked my little ass out of the ice cold water when I had to pee in the middle of the night?? Grrrrrrr! I still have a thing about toilet seats being down in MY house.

I don't know how people do it either - when I read, I want to be comfortable. Seems to me your butt would get sore from sitting on that little hole for so long. Not to mention the, uhmmmm... aroma... wafting about.

My father must've had permanent indentations in his arse and an impaired sense of smell.