Monday, November 24, 2008

The Conclusion of the Matter






I am just so funny because every time I use my potty or take one of my children to use the potty (I am there quite often as you can imagine), I laugh and laugh and laugh.



But you would laugh too if your last name was permanently inscribed on your potty with a black Sharpie.



If you're just tuning in, I'm horribly sorry. The potty competition is definitely the low point of my blogging life. That or the advertisement for Mormon companionship; you decide.



So here's the background:



1. I put up a post offering a million bucks for the best toilet seat design suggestion.



2. My brilliant nieces WON and I decorated accordingly.



3. Their artwork was ruined by a good round of comet with bleach.



Or rather, most of their artwork was ruined; all except the parts done with my trusty Sharpie.



So here's the funnier part. The other night when Pete and I were brushing our teeth he just started dying laughing over our stupid looking toilet. He was laughing in a way that made me think of my father-in-law. I started thinking about the way my father-in-law would laugh if he saw my toilet. It would be quite the same way Pete was laughing at just that moment.



And here's the idea: I label people's toilets with THEIR LAST NAMES!!! Starting with my father- in-law's. With a SHARPIE!!! How awesome is that!!! To go to someone's house. Use their potty. Write THEIR last name ON THEIR POTTY SEAT IN PERMANENT BLACK MARKER!!!!

Imagine the reaction!

JOHNSON!
OWEN!
MELBER!
HYDRO!
TAIT!
and HIBBS!



You've been warned. The whole lot of you.

But I won't really do it, of course. But isn't the idea just great!? Maybe not me doing it at your house but how about at least at your mother-in-laws? Hilarious!

Oh well, Adios pottios!




P.S. Note that only the title for The Whole Duty of Children survived the scrubbing, which makes it look like going to the bathroom is what I consider The Whole Duty of Children.

Now, you know the background for my strange potty but if you didn't; if you were just some social worker stopping by to check on my socially maladjusted home schooled children, wouldn't you have me committed? I'm serious, you probably would. Oh well, like I said already, adios pottios!











2 comments:

tiffani said...

But can I sign my name when I use when I am there? Like when celebrities go to diners in an obscure section of any American city. They sign the wall. Can I sign your potty? We can all leave our permanent marks of fame there. Think about it...

By the way...I just got your message tonight. I am free tomorrow...Wednesday. Let's leave each other some voicemail messages and verbally get together soon:):)

abigail said...

I think Comet added some classiness. The stark contrast between clean white and daring black is tried and true, and I look forward to the time I can try (and true) this potty.