It seems that lately the mister and I have been living not only in different sections of the house, but in different sections of our lives--and the bathroom has become the demarcation line of our differences in more ways than one.
He has his say, and I have mine....but we also have our own poof out our lip attitudes to deal with as we walk away from each other...., arguing about one thing or another, ....muttering about what we really think of the other, but are not willing to say out loud lest we start world war three.
Then there we go....into our own bathrooms to do what we need to do while thinking of the next thing we will say if we get a chance to insurge the argument.
But while we are in there, I bet I'm not the only one who is thinking, "Last week, he bought me a new 8 pack of toilet paper" or "Last week, she bought me a blue toilet tank cleaner do-me-jabi."
We both go sit on our thrones and think about what we mean to each other, and who's right about that particular subject, but:
We both need toilet paper and blue water.
We both need to just "Sit On It."
And flush blue water.
