Monday, September 04, 2006


My wife is going to the store. Before she leaves, she uses the facilities, which makes sense. She then comes out, visibly upset. It turns out, somebody used the bathroom and managed to pee on the floor, and she wants to know who it is. Then, she looks at The Boy (7) and... me. As if to say I were one of the two primary suspects. I'm aghast that she might even consider I would do that. I mean, it wasn't the SHOWER...

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