I have a vague memory of some morning radio show that got its listeners to wear Depends so they wouldn't have to interrupt their drinking to go to the bathroom.
I kind of wish I didn't have that memory at all.
(eta: sorry, flea. I support the not thinking about it)
It's Rush that's often a week -- pledging is way longer.
I mean, I can handle gross stuff when necessary. Hell, I live with a toddler and just last night I
fished a turd out of the bathtub
but there's a difference between small children and college seniors. Or should be.
Ah, another reason to thank nature for ensuring that I shall never be responsible for cleaning up another person's feces on a regular basis. (I feel a lot of responsibility toward my parents' care should they need it, but crap is where the well-paid nursing staff that's used to that sort of thing will come into play.)
Speaking of crap, I think Ruby needs this litter box.
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OK, I have this friend who mocks me for my covered litterboxes. She thinks they are "trendy." I'm so telling her I'm getting that one!
but there's a difference between small children and college seniors
There is, and between your own child--the one you love and live with day in and day out, and a freaking neighbor.
Huh. Just got some odd snailmail at work.
It is my pleasure to inform you that you are being considered for inclusion into the 2006/2007 Manchester Who's Who Among Executive and Professional Woman "Honors Edition" of the registry
I need to google these jokers and see what they want.
But first, I leave work.
They want you to buy their book.