Charming.

This Friday is World Toilet Day.

They just HAD to pick my birthday, didn’t they.

Now what do I say to my mother when she tells me to get my mind out of the toilet? That I can’t help it? That I have the sanction of the World Toilet Organization? That it’s to be expected for someone who as a toddler couldn’t pronounce her L’s, and called an Edsel a “toyet seat car?”

Who thinks these things up, anyway? I can just see it. “What do you want to be when you grow up, Johnny?” “I want to join the World Toilet Organization!”

::shaking head::