Just a little note to self:
If I ever decide to build another home, I will not put the downstairs 1/2 bath right next to the front door. If I am tempted to repeat this situation that exists in my current home, I hope to recall the great entry way embarrassment of 2008.
Yes, the time I lost track of time and decided it no big deal to go potty with the bathroom door wide open. Just as I sat down, the boys came home from school with a friend in tow.
And I couldn't just quietly shut the bathroom door, oh no ma'am. I had to scream so that all eyes headed straight for my precarious position. And then I proceeded to hop forward still in a seated position to try and slam the door.
This of course gave my son Mark the brilliant idea to cap off my little escapade using a handy dandy mechanism he'd been saving for just the right moment. As I walked back into the kitchen hoping for magical words to erase said embarrassment, he had his device ready to go.
The minute I sat down on my usual chair a sound reverberated through the kitchen for all to hear. The battery powered whoopee cushion caused great hysteria to ensue.
But all was not lost. The boys were not interested in the cookies that bathroom flashing flatulence woman had made. So, I spent the better part of the afternoon eating yummy treats and designing a new home... complete with bathroom doors that automatically shut when one gets near the toilet.
If I ever decide to build another home, I will not put the downstairs 1/2 bath right next to the front door. If I am tempted to repeat this situation that exists in my current home, I hope to recall the great entry way embarrassment of 2008.
Yes, the time I lost track of time and decided it no big deal to go potty with the bathroom door wide open. Just as I sat down, the boys came home from school with a friend in tow.
And I couldn't just quietly shut the bathroom door, oh no ma'am. I had to scream so that all eyes headed straight for my precarious position. And then I proceeded to hop forward still in a seated position to try and slam the door.
This of course gave my son Mark the brilliant idea to cap off my little escapade using a handy dandy mechanism he'd been saving for just the right moment. As I walked back into the kitchen hoping for magical words to erase said embarrassment, he had his device ready to go.
The minute I sat down on my usual chair a sound reverberated through the kitchen for all to hear. The battery powered whoopee cushion caused great hysteria to ensue.
But all was not lost. The boys were not interested in the cookies that bathroom flashing flatulence woman had made. So, I spent the better part of the afternoon eating yummy treats and designing a new home... complete with bathroom doors that automatically shut when one gets near the toilet.
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