An email I got this week brought these memories back...
When I was 4 or fiveI was on a road trip with my PuertoRican Grandma. I have a very clear image in my mind of her taking me into a gas station restroom for a potty break. It was there she taught me to line the potty with toilet paper before I sat on it. I remember being confused and asking her why I had to do that. Maybe that is when I started being paranoid about germs. To this day, don't laugh, I still line the seat if I'm anywhere but home or the Farmhouse pretty much, but especially public restrooms.
Once, when Jarid and I were first married and I didn't know his family very well, I was visiting his home and I lined his parent's toilet with paper. Then, I FORGOT TO BRUSH IT INTO THE POT AND FLUSH IT!!! What was I thinking?? His mom went in next and came out asking who would do that! All eyes fell on me.
Not long after that, I was at their house again and saw matches floating in the toilet water. Thinking they were open about these things, because of the prior questioning, I came out, chuckled, and asked who was "blue-darting" in the bathroom? I didn't know people used the smoky smell to rescue future users from the odor! Aghhhh! I wonder if they remember that?
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When you least expect it, someone will bring it up!
Hahahaha! That is so funny! So Ceci, are you insinuating that only your mom cleans her bathrooms well enough to be sanitary? Although your mom probably cleans her bathrooms better/more often then most people I would like to think that you wouldn't catch some terrible disease if you sat on my toilet. ;)
hahahaha...there is nothing like a flamin' blue dart, ah such fond memorie s of the past (as in last night).
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