Monday, January 19, 2009

Potty Mouth

Chris had the wonderful idea of cashing in our rainchecked date night for this last Saturday night (our regular date night is the first Saturday of every month, but we rainchecked this month as the first Sat. we were drugged somewhere over the Atlantic).

It snowed all day Sat. so we decided to make our date-night an indoor adventure.  Take-out chinese and rented movies.

What neither of us could foresee was that that this weekend was to be my turn to use up all the toilet paper.

There was little Chris could do as I continually interrupted our date night with trips to the toilet.

I'm not sure if it's the same thing Chris had, or if we've discovered something new, or if it was just something I ate.

Either way, I did not spend much of this weekend out of bed or out of the bathroom.

It's almost time to try the Turkish doctor again and see what pearls of wisdom he has for us this time.
Which for my money, I might as well go out to the taxi stand, tell the guy there my stomach hurts and see what he recommends.

During one of my trips to the restroom, the electricity went out on me.
Here I am, doubled over with pain on the toilet, in the dark.   Are you kidding me?

It's good I have a sense of humor about these things.

Bathrooms are a common problem here.

After the teachers kept getting locked in them (i.e. Mr. Chris' post from awhile back), someone thought it would be a great idea to make none of the doors lock.  So now when I go (in the same bathroom as the kids mind you), I have to hold the door with my hand, or be walked in on (which will and has happened, many a time).

I did however notice just last Thursday that on the back of the toilet seats outside my classroom door, the maker of the toilet seats name is embellished on the seat, "Mutlu."

Know what "Mutlu" means in Turkish?


That's right.

I think that's all I have to brighten up your Monday morning.

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