Ew, gross mildew smell!

I lived alone for 12 years. I never close the bathroom door when I'm peeing in front of close girlfriends, but then again, neither do most of them. Of course, we have also have almost 20 years of peeing en masse in bar bathrooms, stripping drunk friends from vomit-spwen clothing and skinny dipping and naked hottubbing, so it ain't no thing.

I close the door at my parent's house, but my mom and sister pee in front of me. Dad, never. Opposite-sex parent squick. I still haven't recovered from seeing my dad's privates while he was recovering from a triple bypass (I know, I know, but I was like ARGH! DAD BALLS! MY EYES!

I am a private pooper, though. I don't even like to admit that I poop.

It's so weird. I realized recently when a (female) acquaintance was staying with me (she and her friend crashed for fhe night on their way back to LA from Portland), that women who've spent time in dorms, or maybe lots of sisters, etc, have a way different take on personal space. I was in the bathroom putting on my makeup and not only did Beth come right in, she started to comment/question about my eyebrows, make-up, etc. It's not that it bothered me, I am just SO not used to women friends who are that familiar? She was perfectly fine, and it's not like I got bent out of shape or anything like that. But I guess since I am on only kid who never shared a dorm or had a female housemate, it was funny.

All that to say: I close the door when I am here in my house ALONE!!!! Because Cayenne is too inquisitive and I just don't want to answer her questions.

Ha. The Biscuit follows me into the bathroom if I leave the door open, too. And if I don't, he lies mournfully at the door until I emerge, and then he checks on me. It's very embarrassing. It feels all, "I am urinating now!"

If i don't close the door the odds of a cat on my lap is pretty high.

But that doesn't meant I close the door

I live alone, so ya, bathroom door wide open. But with people visiting, I close the door. Mom lives alone too. And her doors are loaded with crap so that they can't close. Mine, not so much. Thankfully didn't walk past to see anything, but heard more than I wanted to.

I've lived alone for a while, so I don't bother to close the door. I started it when I lived in a condo that had wallpaper, and the landlord asked us to try not to steam up the bathroom to keep the wallpaper intact. Since then, I never close the bathroom door.

On animals in the bathroom: the cat has recently adopted the tile floor in the bathroom as one of her preferred lounging spaces, probably because of the heat. The only problem is she's up against the far wall, right in front of the toilet. So any time you go to the bathroom, at a minimum you have to step delicately to find a place to put your feet, while she meows and throws out dirty looks.

And it turns out that I am not in fact above saying (out loud) "You see?! You see how annoying it is when you're sitting there minding your own business and someone insists on muscling their way into your personal space? Suck it!"

Yes, I am having petty arguments with the cat. And frankly getting a fair amount of satisfaction out of it too.

Mooshu loves sleeping in the bathroom because of how cool the tile is. Problem is, his favorite spot, probably because it applies coolness to as much surface area as possible, is right up against the toilet. And he will. not. move. At all. Sixty-five pounds of dead weight. So I've learned how to ease my way onto the toilet. I think of it as a workout.

Not just me at least. Though the bitching at each other might be.