Friday is Mr J and my two-year anniversary. While we are very close, there are still some boundaries we have yet to cross. I have to have the bathroom door closed, while I'm doing my business.* That door may not open under any circumstances. Even when I'm out of toilet paper and I don't realize this until it's too late. Even if it means sacrificing my underwear or a sock to wipe with.
I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, all I know is I really need to go underwear shopping.
*My business being, of course, toilet paper origami, because girls neither pee or poo.
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You are the queen of the blog people, even if you are neglectful of said blog. And if there were any justice in the world you WOULD be paid for this. It's pure gold :))))
Too bad you're so far away from UT or I'd pay you a visit while I'm in the States. I guess you should consider yourself lucky.
I've been married for 5 years and that door remains firmly closed. He knows better now than to come in and poop while I'm in the shower. He's nearly lost a nut for doing that before. Gross. POOPING IS PRIVATE.
When I was pretending to be married the door was kept closed (except when he got soooooo drunk he decided to use the bedside cabinet as a toilet). Now that we have been happily divorced for many years, I take the phone with me when I have to pee. It's strange how I just don't care anymore.
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