Thursday, June 21, 2012
Straddling a porcelain throne
It was not natural this morning at dawn to see my husband straddling his toilet in the wrong direction. Think bareback riding backwards. I thought he had spritzed the floor and decided to save himself from my wrath.
"Why are you peeing sitting down AND backwards? Miss your aim? Need a Cheerio target?"
"Ahem," he looked me in the eye. "I am fixing the tank on my toilet. The chain came off."
I really yanked his chain!