Wednesday, December 01, 2004

All of your basin belong to us.

When the kids were little, all I had to do was THINK about the telephone or the bathroom, and they were all over me.

Now they're grown and gone, and the bathroom and the telephone miss them as much as I do.

I know, because all I have to do is pick up the phone and I have to go to the bathroom.

And all I have to do is step inside the bathroom and the phone rings.

The logical thing, of course, would be to just carry the phone to the bathroom with me, every time.

Hahaha, did I just say "logical?" How amusing. . . . .

Besides, what if it rang in there before I could wash my hands? Ewwwwww.

It's usually my kids calling me. That's how I know they're behind this whole conspiracy of phone-induced poop- enhancment.

Sometimes, though, you do get a little of it back while you're still alive to see it.

My daughter has to pee every time the phone rings.

We are a Pavlovian Toiletry family.