I am hours away from being in the doghouse. Am I the only one that waits until the VERY last second to pee? I had to pee since about 10 a.m. this morning, yet always had much more pressing issues at hand. Well, as I was rushing out of the house at 2 p.m., I thought since I was going to be in the car for a while, I should finally take a minute to pee. But then the phone rang. And then I had to pack snacks. And chase the dog into the house. So, just when things were about to turn ugly, I sprinted to the closest bathroom and flung open the door. That's when I remembered... The toilet in question has been having issues, so it is temporarily out of order. To remind us all of that little fact, my husband had the lid closed with the plunger sitting atop. Well, of course, at this point, I decided I couldn't wait, nor really move my legs enough to relocate, so I threw the plunger aside, yanked open the lid and peed (I do realize this is so very crass, but I tried writing the post using "urinate" and "relieving myself" and, trust me, it just didn't work). Now I am in a pickle... If I flush, I just may be opening the very gates of Hell and unleashing the wrath of my very moody and only slightly skilled plumber (hi Pookie!). If I don't flush, I am stone cold busted, and have to hear said plumber be all self-righteous and condescending. If I were male, I am fairly certain my deed would go unnoticed. However, I am the only female (aka toilet paper consumer) in the house. Oh, what's a girl to do?
Oh, and hey, I found this very fun, festive nail polish that looks great on the toes. It's called Gleaming, by Sally Hansen.
All in a day's work, kids. Glad you could drop by.