My friend Wendy at Inside the Wendy House has invited me to declare my undeclarables. By this I mean toilet humour (in all it's broad senses) and I have already had a good giggle at the example Wendy has given on her blog that she say on a friends Facebook status. Never will I rush to pick up leaves so quickly again!
So here my inner child goes (hope this falls in the spectrum you are looking for!)
Picture this - you meet Him and after a while things are getting serious. The arrangement is made for Him to stay the night which surprisingly is not the problem. The problem is that you somehow have got it into your head that you couldn't let him hear you go to the toilet! The very thought of Him hearing my wwwwsssshhhhing away would have mortified me. So what do you do at 2am when you can't hold it any longer and the man of your dreams may hear you pee?? I know (or I thought I did) the solution.... Creeping quietly down the stairs I head for the kitchen to find a makeshift pee holder - perfect a measuring jug! Now I am still worried He will hear me so I decide to go into the garden and relieve myself. As I stand barely decent with my legs straddling a small plastic measuring jug at 2am I feel somewhat pleased I managed to complete my 'Mission Impossible', that is until the next door neighbour puts his outside light on to reveal me in full glory.
Whether they saw me or not I will never know but I don't think I will ask to find out....
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