Today, when I got home from work, I had to go - BIG TIME (traffic was heavy - it took me longer). As I rushed through the house, shedding shoes, skirt, slip and reaching for the waistband of my pantyhose, I was brought up short. The toilet was in use. No, Bill had not beaten me home - OPIE was comfortably ensconced, piddling away. He's been using the toilet, for some time but, this is the first time that I've had to wait for him to finish.
As I stood, dancing from foot to foot, Opie calmly finished his business, gave me a "NOW you can use it" look and sauntered away. I suppose that I should be grateful for ONE thing: Opie leaves the seat down
If this keeps up, we're going to have to install another bathroom, though.
As I stood, dancing from foot to foot, Opie calmly finished his business, gave me a "NOW you can use it" look and sauntered away. I suppose that I should be grateful for ONE thing: Opie leaves the seat down
If this keeps up, we're going to have to install another bathroom, though.