I’m starting to do some of the things that I couldn’t do while hiding under my bed.
It started on Saturday when I was walking Debby and I heard the Star Spangled Banner coming out of someone’s window.
I started crying then and I’m almost finished crying now so I am dipping my toe into life once again.
On a slightly personal level falling under TMI, ever since I saw Stephanie’s toilet that practically gives you a bath every time you use it. I wanted it.
Now that I have reentered the world of the living and joy is permitted back in my life I decided to get one.
My sweet nephew Jimmy said that if I order it he’ll connect it.
So on Amazon I go.
It was all going fine until they asked if my toilet was long or round.
It looked pretty round but it could have been long.
What to do.What to do.
Now who could I ask?
It could only be my super, Lester.
But from my huge knowledge of Latin men, how could I bring up the subject of toilets without him thinking it was a come on?
I’m a woman alone so I have to be careful.
I finally hit on it.
I sent him a text.
“Is my toilet round or long? I’m asking for a friend.”
Luckily he bought it. After asking me to send him a picture of my toilet he assured me it was round.
I also bought a new computer that I can’t work at all.
Still my angst at this is nothing like what I was feeling under my bed.