Oh, Holy Hannah!
Much to my regret, I just walked into the downstairs bathroom...Sigh... Am I the only one with a man who thinks of the bathroom as an extension of the living room? After Blaine left for work, I entered the downstairs bathroom and found the following items strewn helter skelter about on the floor and the sink counter: 1. An ashtray and lighter; 2. A half-empty coffee mug; 3. Four magazines, "Popular Science", "Popular Mechanics", "My Ford" , and some strange computer magazine called "Networkworld" ; 4) A calculator, and 5) A flashlite. It's driving me NUTS trying to figure out what he needed the calculator for. Why would anybody need a calculator while they're sitting on the pot? Knowing him, he was probably trying to cipher the exact number of squares of toilet paper I've used compared to him, since he's always harping about how I "waste" toilet paper. (And I don't EVEN want to entertain any thoughts about what in the Sam Hill he needed the dadgum flashlight for....) When I go to the bathroom, I go in there to do what bathrooms were invented for---and that's it. I don't sit around in there contemplating the universe, reading, doing mathematics, or other pursuits. But Blaine is in there for what seems like eons. And I'm wondering what in the heck he'll put in there next---a flat-screen plasma TV mounted on the wall? Hell, he spends so much time in there as it is, that if there was a TV on the wall I am quite certain he'd NEVER come out... * *