|See that damn yellow-ish hose would not stop |
with the over the top water supply.
There were teeth to be pulled,
damn it. STOP! There is nothing
gross here, promise. Clean water, folks.
Lots of bubbles from the
constant flow of water.
With no time to jog down to the first floor and build a lego tower to hoist up the piece, I frantically looked around. Mini's deodorant, abandoned since our return from Vancouver almost a week ago, was on the counter. No idea what she has been using to avoid bad BO, but I cross my fingers that she has a spare. I am way to sophisticated and concerned with my general health to step foot in the kids' bathroom and investigate who has what deodorant. Trust me, if I ever posted a live action, uncut photo of the kids' bathroom at its finest - we would stop being friends. Guaranteed.
|Note the white Dry Idea bottle perched under|
that black thing sort of middle/ bottom
of the photos. Also note that the yellow-ish
hose stopped running water.
So, since tidiness is not the name of the game here, I never removed her Dry Idea from my bathroom. Now Dry Idea gave me an idea. I propped it up under the need-some-support part. I kid you not, the bottle of Mini's under-utilized deodorant fit PERFECTLY. And I have photos to prove it.
Well this must be your lucky day, because this reminds me of another toilet story.
Before we left for Vancouver, I entered my bathroom to a gruesome discovery. Someone, overfilled the toilet with toilet paper. And then didn't flush. All other evidence had thankfully been flushed away. Just mountain of TP remained, which I managed to flush. I ran around the house scolding the general public.
The next day, same thing in the kids bathroom. We were not so lucky this time. The toilet made horrible gasping sounds when Mini (who was not the culprit) tried to flush. Coach had just left the house for Home Depot. I opted for a text to deliver the time-to-plunge news. Seemed like he might need a warning before walking back into this. I do a lot of shit (no pun intended, but it works!), but I don't plunge.
His response text made me unable to move air for a while. I was laughing that kind of silent laugh that can be misunderstood to think that someone is struggling. Mini was sitting on my bed as I packed and she kept asking me: 'What? What? WHAT?!' I finally showed her the text from her Dad. She joined me in basking in the hilarity of it.
A few weeks ago I wrote about how my kids didn't think their golfer actually knew their dad because he described Daddy as 'funny.' Well, if you wait around long enough you get the much-awaited laugh.