Friday, March 31, 2006

Taking Care Of Business

This week marks the end of Spring Break. My oldest is home from his first year at college, and my 14-year-old nephew came to visit. We watched movies, went 4-wheeling, ate out, went shopping for cds and big kid's first tailored suit.

I get 2 more days to bask in the delightful companionship of four of the most important men in my life.


I just have one complaint.

Would it kill any of you to put the @$#&*@$%!! toilet seat down once in awhile?


Ode de Toilet (The Toilet Song)
By Brad Paisley


She says not to buy her flowers
Or big expensive gifts
She says she don't want jewelry
And she doesn't need another dress
If I want to show her how much I adore her
The best way that I've found
Is to make sure when I'm finished
I put that toilet seat down

Brad, if this keeps up, I'm ditching the guys and moving in with you.

6 comments:

Charlie said...

The toilet seat swings both ways, you know. Do you ever think of putting the freaking thing UP for us?

Martha puts both the seat and the lid down. In MY bathroom. I scurry in there and pee all over the lid. It's like standing in a storm where it's raining UPward.

Color me yellow for soaked.

St Jude said...

I found the best solution was to have a Ladies & a Gents toilet. That way they can do their thing and I can do mine. Just as long as I don't have to clean theirs.

Attila The Mom said...

The Rear Admiral said: "The toilet seat swings both ways, you know. Do you ever think of putting the freaking thing UP for us?"

Admiral Poop, unless you have a phenomenally wide butt, I don't think you do your doody with the seat UP, do you?

Try it. Once. I dare you.

Jude: I dream for the day I have my very own powder room! No boys allowed! LOL

Sven said...

This is why I pee out in the yard.

weenie said...

It took me a few years to "train" the boyfriend to put the seat down and now he does it diligently. Another few years now needed to get him to put dirty clothes in the wash basket and not on the floor...

Kippa Herring said...

My neighbour proudly told me that she solved the 'problem' by training her husband and son to pee sitting down. Aaaargh!
Man, but they're a weird family!

I want my own 'powder room' (cute euphemism) too. With a bidet.
And a theatre dressing-room style mirror surrounded by mirror lights, so that I can apply my mascara with the refined narcissism of a geisha, and powder my schnoz with a little pink puff.