Yesterday was lovely and hot. I did a bit of everything. I worked in the garden, helped the neighbour a little with the new fence they’re putting up between our properties, relaxed and played in the pool with my children, read my book, and visited with neighbours who came over to our place in the evening for a fire. It was an all round good day.
The evening with the neighbours was very enjoyable. We invited Dawn and Sirdar to come over after supper and their kids to go swimming in the pool. They brought along their next door neighbour’s 11? yr old child and then informed us that they’d invited the parents later as well. The nerve, heh? He he he. It turned out great because we rarely see these neighbours.
At one point Dawn returned from using our bathroom and mentioned that I’d run out of toilet paper. Groan. How annoying because I looked at the roll before they came and told myself to get more out. But I forgot. Azzz I do. And Dawn isn’t one to sit idly by and go without toilet paper…and perhaps use a couple pieces of Kleenex conveniently close by on the bathroom counter. Because. Well. It should be easy enough to find toilet paper. Right? Well, not in my house. I like to make my guests work for their toiletry needs.
So, she asked my daughter, J, where it was kept. J proceeded to name the possibilities ending in their ultimate location. In the storage cupboard up above my bathtub. So Dawn
had to CHOSE to – correction made on the advice of my lawyer for future incidents 😉 – climb up on the side of the tub (because it makes too much sense for me to have a stool handy for such purposes) and stretch wayyyyy up
above my bathtub to the storage area, THEN grab hold of the top with one hand, reach in with the other hand, (rearrange my apparently unorganized packages of toilet paper)
and retrieve the hard-earned roll of toilet paper.
You’d think her adventure would be over then, wouldn’t you? Nope. My evil soap dispenser
decided to attack her with a spluch of soap all over her leg.
All this was going on while I was reclining comfortably by the fire nursing my ice cold cooler. HA HA HA (imagine evil laugh)…jusstt as I plannnnned.
Then she retaliated by shamelessy making fun of my pretty bicycle that never did anything to hurt her.
Actually, it was more my husband making fun of me than her. 🙂
Annnyway, it was a good day. Today it’s rainy and cool. Laundry and movies will be on the agenda, I think.
And now I leave you with a video of my husband making a complete fool of himself: