Enchiladas is tasty. That's what my brother told me when he invited me over to his brother in law's place for dinner. Since sitting at home and watching the Twins get beat by The House would just drive me closer to reading that "Don't Jump!" book, I headed over. Enchiladas indeed.
And if you must know, they were tasty. But the problem with visiting Josh and Steph is that their guest bathroom has this ridiculously thick lush carpeted toilet seat cover. The thread pile is seriously an inch deep. Why is this a problem, you ask?
Imagine if you will, going into the bathroom to go number one. You lift up the lid, and then lift up the seat, resting it against the lid. But because of the thickness of the carpet pile, the seat never totally rests safely. Instead, it verrrrrrry sloooooowly lets gravity take it down, until it eventually falls fall enough to crash through the stream. Unless you're quick enough to catch it, and steady enough to do so without misfiring.
Its really quite a trick. Imagine doing this after a couple six beers. Hell, imagine doing this after a couple six Pepsi's.
The latter was the dilemma last night. The caffeine gave me the jimmy arms. And I knew it was going to happen. So I was so nervous that the results were more percolation -- like a Mr Coffee machine -- than a faucet, as you would prefer. Just a sad, disappointing mess. The "War of the Worlds" of bathroom relief.