Ok, my wife and I have two and a half bathrooms in our house.
This morning, as Pam was running around trying to get herself together and get to work, I quietly settled myself into the half-bath (room with just a stool and sink) for my morning constitutional.
Pam thought of something important she want to tell me ... (like 'I want you to pick up a head of cabbage if you have time today') (why does she expect me to do all the work? She knows I don't do work!) .... so she joined me in the half bath, talking while she finished putting on the finishing touches in the mirror.
Maggie Mutt (a full-size Lab mix) ... feeling left out of the action ... decided to also come into the half-bath and lay down on my feet (Maggie likes sleeping on my feet because she knows I can't move with her knowing it!).
So, while Pam droned on about cabbage, while combing out her hair ... and Maggie snored on my feet ... while I was sitting there taking it all in ...
It dawned on me!
Being in our half-bath, with my wife and dog, is just like being in our tiny
fiberglass trailer!
No wonder it felt so warm, fuzzy and good!
Only bad thing about all of us being so close together is I have to remember to pick up a head of cabbage ... or was it lettuce?
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