Ok, sorry, that title was misleading. This will not be an ode, but the story really is about a toilet and I like rhyming. Last week I had my regular monthly "date" with a girlfriend. A couple of us went to her house to visit, vent, validate and revitalize. It's cheaper than therapy, and gives the toddlers a place to master the fine art of sharing, and moms a place to show off their carefully honed diversionary tactics! Skills that will certainly come in handy if we ever have to form our own militia. We had even a third objective in this gathering, however, and that was to see Brenda's new lavatory. It is a beauty! With just a gentle touch of the lid, this incredible contraption closes slowly, steadily & silently all by its little self. No, I am not kidding. There we stood, three grown women, encircled about the toilet, oohing and aahing as if it were a newborn. I have had similar experiences over stainless steel refrigerators, wainscoting, a really good hair cut and tile flooring. I thought to myself, "Wow girls, we need to get out more!" but I said, "Oh ya, this is making my blog!" Real life, real women, real necessity and real pleasure at another's good fortune. The fact of the matter is that the old toilet caused a great deal of unpleasantness in the daily life of this young mother. As her friends we empathized in her plight and were happy to share in her delight at the hassle-free appliance. Bearing in sadness & sharing in gladness, isn't that what its all about? And you thought it was the hokey-pokey. Actually that will get you through some pretty tough times too!
Quote of the Day: "I get by with a little help from my friends."