Okay, I'm working on a massive post-vacation post (remember that trip I took to Oregon/Washington and the post/video I promised...yeah), but something happened that needed mentioning.
As previously mentioned, I live in a house with a capital-F Family. Husband, wife, kids, dogs. I have my own room and bathroom, but when there's a bunch of kids running around (four kids total as of this post, but more orphans could be on the way) sometimes all the other bathrooms get used and mine becomes the overflow crapper. Telltale signs sometimes alerted me to the fact that my bathroom had been used (liquid soap dispenser slightly askew, toilet paper all gone, pee on the seat) and it's never been a problem.
Until last night.
"Problem" wouldn't be the best word either, since it's not technically MY bathroom. Really, the owners of the house could take shits and not flush and I'd be fine with it. But John and Kim are potty trained. Last night led me to believe that someone in the house missed a step.
Instead of describing the whole scene in gory detail, or showing you photographs of the mess that I found, I've opted to just show pictures of the sign I put up in the bathroom in response to the trajedy, henceforth known as "Brown Monday."
Here you go:
...and the panels, closer up:
That's all I have for now. Big post coming soon. I'll be in SD on February 8, through the 12th. More details on that later.
...until next time.
p.s. Though no one asked for it, really, but my only two friends in Dallas insisted upon it, here is the video of me watching the once-infamous, now-probably-boring-to-everyone video "2 girls 1 cup." If you've seen it, you know that it is terrible; if you have not seen it, let me assure you that if you think of the worst thing ever you'd still have to go two units of terrible PAST that to even be in the neighborhood. He're my reaction:
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