Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Today I am grateful for multi-tasking. I gotta get one of these little toidy, paper, go-cart vehicles that was in the parade last Saturday, for Himself and me.
I’m old now and Himself is even older. Short of describing in detail prostate and bladders, you get the picture. We could never, ever live in a house with one toilet. Ever. Did you get that? I think when you’ve been with someone for a very long time, body functions must synchronize, just like a bunch of women working together will all have their monthly at the same time. Except ours is hourly.
When we’re staying at a hotel, it’s not unusual for one of us to throw on clothes and race to the lobby bathroom because the other one got dibs on the room john first. We plot our errands around where we can run in and use the bathroom if one of us needs to. We even go one step further and determine which places have toilets closest to the front door. . .for real emergencies. It’s hilarious. It’s pathetic. There is a Wendy’s that I can never go back to! My picture is on the wall with the caption, “Do not let this person in the door!”
That’s why we need this riding gizmo. Just think how quick I could get things done!
I wonder if it comes with mop and vacuum attachments. . .for Himself!