It is not safe to interrupt a conversation with a bathroom break.
Not safe at all.
(warning, scatalogical references ahead.)
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Amy and I were having a conversation where she was telling me about the stamping party she was going to attend this weekend and which items from her 'Wish List' she was planning to get.
[Meanwhile, Simon had an uncontrollable urge to visit the water closet.]
Upon exiting:
Amy: So, can I have a check?
Simon: Huh!?
Amy: I said, 'Can I have a check'?
Simon: [incredulous] You want to go and check on what kind of poo I had?!
Amy: Noooo! To take with me to the stamping party so I can pay for stuff! I don't have any cheques.
Simon: OH!! a CHEQUE!
Proving beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am fast approaching the point at which there is absolutely nothing about which I will not blog.
Aaah, that's great! Funny stuff. Except in my house, that's actually what happens. I was telling our company yesterday (and why I decided to share this, I don't know) as Marc was taking the pickle juice and the little pickle remains to dump in the toilet as we were doing dishes, that I always make Marc do all the dumping of food in the toilet b/c it grosses me out. But EVERYTIME, without fail, he says, "Honey, you should come look at this!" And I always listen for the toilet to make sure he actually flushes, lest he FORCE me to look at it next time I go to the bathroom.
Posted by: Dixie | Monday, 17 October 2005 at 01:19 PM