It made me giggle as I thought about our toilet seat--in the upstairs bathroom--in the house in Alpine. Remember how it broke and dad went to the store to buy a new one? Well dad came home with a blue toilet seat lid. We were all confused at why he bought blue (it didn't match the white toilet) He was sure the old toilet seat was blue...well we all went upstairs to replace the seat and saw where his confusion came from...it was the blue rug cover we had kept on it. I remember that was so funny at the time...NOW, the funnier story would probably be how the toilet seat broke! Does anyone know the answer to that? Mom?
Which would lead me to another story. I was sitting on one of "these things" (when our house was just being finished--so I was probably 8 or 9) the toilet paper roll holders were not installed yet...so I finished up, reached up to grab the toilet paper sitting in the window sill. I put it in my right hand and felt a prick, switched it to the other hand--felt the same thing, looked down and saw a wasp. I flew so fast out of that bathroom, down the stairs, out the front door (screaming) right to mom and dad and I want to say friends (like the Rasmussens)were there. A little embarrassing...
So just one more little story while I'm on the subject...We're at a restaurant for lunch the other day--I pick Avery up to take her to the bathroom to wash her up...not paying attention I walked right in the mens bathroom. The older gentleman was washing his hands. He looked up a little shocked-- as I turned bright red and mumbled "sorry" and walked out.
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One of my friends actually peed in the men's restroom in WalMart. She came out of her stall to see a large person with long black hair in a pony tail standing at the sink. As she went up to wash her hands, they made eye contact and she realized it was a man. He had come in and used the urinal while she was in the stall--which had piqued her curiosity about the water pressure in the sinks. Her initial thought was "how funny that he is in the women's restroom." But the sudden realization that she was surrounded by urinals kept her from making the situation worse. She calmly asked, "I am in the men's restroom, aren't I?" He just nodded and she went next door to wash her hands in the women's restroom. That was the day Leslie peed with the Tongan, I was there...waiting for her on the shampoo aisle.
That's funny! Does Leslie use public restrooms anymore?
She does use public restrooms, but she always double checks that it's the women's she is going into, or makes someone go with her.
I was laughing again at your bee stings while on the potty story. I remember it so well because you started screaming and I came to see what was wrong and you had your pants around your ankles. I remember helping you pull them up (as you continued to scream.) I remember wondering if a little bee sting could really hurt THAT bad. (You must have been really carrying on!)
My first ever bee sting wasn't until just a few years ago. I took the kids to visit mom one day at her house in Alpine and Harold had been mowing the lawn. I took a little drive on the ride-on mower and as I was making that first pass from the house down to the orchard, a mean old wasp stung me right on my left tricep. I screamed and yelled and ran to the house - it really does hurt THAT bad! It hurt for a couple of days...
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