DC next year and we could go be museum geeks
I live 6 blocks away. Shout at me too!
The dogs, on the other hand seem to view bathroom time as a spectator sport.
Bartleby is not a lap dog, but in the bathroom? He seems to have an irresistible need to put his paws on my knees and look me in the eye. Like he's inquiring after my health or something. Odd. Maybe he was a gastro-enterologist in a previous life.
Changing in front of each other is nothing I have a problem with at all. I think that's different than bathroom stuff.
The cat does not seem to understand that certain occasions are NOT "lap time."
This is very true with Ozzie as well, but I've figured out a sure fire way to distract him-- throw a tampon (preferably ob, since they roll better) for him to chase.
This is very true with Ozzie as well, but I've figured out a sure fire way to distract him-- throw a tampon (preferably ob, since they roll better) for him to chase.
I am now snorting Diet Coke up my nose at the imagery.
Sometimes when I am on the phone with my sister and I REALLY have to go I'll take the phone into the bathroom at home.
I'm really glad my family respect the bathroom as private time: Otherwise I would never be able to get off the phone with my mother sometimes.
I wonder how the athletes feel about them?
considering most of them wear bikinis to practice I think they're OK with it.
My dog follows me into one bathroom but shies away from the other. Further proof that one's haunted, imo.
In case anyone was wondering- no it is not possible to operate a movie theatre popcorn machine with one hand. Ow ow ow! And of course it has to be my right hand, the one I will later be using to give medicine and a hot compress to a very pissed-off cat.
This must be what pain feels like!
Changing in front of each other is perfectly fine, though I am more comfy with that with many of my friends than my family, really. But bathroom? Um, no. We do not do that in my family. Hell no. And if at all possible, I do not make or take calls while anywhere near the bathroom. I mean, really, people. Especially in public restrooms! Good grief!
I live by myself and rarely have visitors, so when I do have one I rapidly realize that I have actually blocked the ability to close the bathroom door with a small piece of furniture. And then I have to move it so people can pee!
Okay, anyone who waxes and lives in the Burbank area needs to know about the waxer I just went to. She is the best. I can't believe how much she mitigated the pain; plus, she's got great energy and a great sense of humor. I will not go to anyone else from this point on.