Wow! A whole week of being away and still only the slightest trickle of inspiration despite some Herculean effort, thanks all you bloggy people out there. If you haven't read the comments on my last post you've missed poo, penis stretching, toffee, and cheap dates, it's worth the read.
And speaking of reading, I've decided to let you in on a little secret stash of mine. It's in this drawer... It is my comfort in times of stress, my guilty pleasure, my escape from reality. Yes, it's my bathroom reading stash.
"Mavis, get in here, she's talkin' potty!"
As I said, it's a trickle of inspiration.
When Adorable Hubby walked in and saw me taking photos of the toilet, he shuddered, I'm the only women in a house of 9 males, the only reason for me to be in the restroom with a camera would be photographic evidence of criminal lavatory behavior.
He closed the door, I waited, the door opened again, "do I dare ask?" He said.
"Blog!" I mumbled. He closed the door.
So, what do you read in the, little girls room?