Potty Humor

Everyone daydreams. And my husband is no exception. Sure, he's a private man who seldom shares such dreams aloud, but dream he does. Today he made known to me that one fantasy he believes every husband has for his marriage has, for him, come true. No, I didn't slip on a replica of Princess Leia's golden metal bikini.

His dream come true, a bright side for him due to his unbendable posture, was being able to give me one simple instruction. An instruction that is actually necessary in order to keep our bathroom and his pants clean... "Angel, please lift the toilet seat up after you use the bathroom."

I too, am horrified that I need to honor this command...

Still in recovery, Napp cannot reach down low enough to lift the lid. So the eight years of training that just recently paid off for me have...wait for it then groan.....



gone down the toilet! Not only is he physically incapable of putting the seat down, he is not able to lift it up, causing a cataclysmic upheaval of all that was good, fair and just in our home.