I’m not sure if he read this, but I forgot to use another bathroom and wandered into the master bath and lo and behold…

Lavatory World is no more. Dad, Interrupted took it out with a fatal swipe of a scrubbing bubbles wand. (And before you feel bad for him, I will give you odds that he did NOT look at that toilet and say, “Huh. I told Bess I’d clean this. Better get crackin’!” No. He looked at it and thought, “Sheesh. I guess is SHE’S not gonna do this, I guess I’d better be the grownup.”)

I’m kinda bummed, and kinda relieved. Bummed, because I could have gotten some hilarious stuff out of this (and I always wanted to meet Neil Armstrong). Relieved, because I’m not sure I wanted you guys to know how long I could live with a minor civilization building a cathedral in my toilet.

Because I’m pretty sure I could have gone a long, long time. And then you would have been grossed out.

Oh, well. C’est la vie, Bidetopia.

© E. Stocking Evans 2010