OK, don’t go there…yes I could have said Everybody poops, #2, but we’re all too mature, adult, ladylike and/or gentlemanly to go there, correct?
As promised, this is a continuation from last weeks blog. People seemed to have enjoyed my ramblings, and/or they just can’t believe some of the things that come out of my mouth. I always assume everybody just thinks the same way I do, they just don’t have the nerve to say it aloud. Is that true?
OK, Let’s return to the boudoir. As my daughter kindly put it in one of the comments, she compared my “bladder to the size of a lentil”. Of course that’s coming from a woman with a beautiful shiny practically still-has-the-new-car-smell- 21 year old bladder. My bladder may be petite but still functions well! I consider going tinkle often just helps me with adding steps to my Fitbit! Hey-I try to drink 8 glasses of water (2 cups of coffee and 2 glasses of wine count for 4 right?).
Of course, sometimes I just don’t feel like going to the bathroom. It’s just so BORING! I mean, how many times in our lifetime have we gone to the bathroom!! If you just go 4/day (HA!) that’s 1,460/year. If you’re 50 years old, that’s 73,000!!!! Are you kidding me!!!! ????? And that’s being conservative. You know how they say sitting is the new smoking? Maybe going to the bathroom is part of this! Hey-they started using stability balls and treadmills at desks. Maybe we need something like this for toilets now. Stability/toilets, (Balancing is good for the core)
Toiletcycles (really good for getting the bowels moving)!
Who’s with me? It will be great for the core and the quads. I can see the ad–Never waste time on the toilet again!!
Now here’s a warning for anyone that has kitties in their home. I was sitting down in the bathroom one morning when my kitty walked in. Have you ever noticed the animals always want to come and visit when you’re in the bathroom? And even if the animals may only be four inches wide, they open the door about 12 inches? And as you know from last week’s blog, I like my privacy, so opening the door all the way doesn’t thrill me. Anyway, the cat jumps up onto the counter-naturally, I know that’s what cats do. But what she did next—I never realized. I’m sitting on the toilet (I so wish there was another word, I really don’t want you picturing me on the toilet, but you need to know why I can’t respond to what’s coming next). My cat goes over to my toothbrush and starts sucking on the bristles! I’m sitting there aghast. And what could I do? I could yell, but if you have cats you know that doesn’t do much. Plus, how many times has she done that before? I’m just sitting there, speechless and helpless. Guess what I did that afternoon? Shopping for a covered toothbrush holder!!
I actually do have more to say on the subject but I think you’ve heard enough. Next week I promise to blog about the different and interesting people that I’ve met. But I’ll always try and make you smile and laugh along the way.
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