These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Can't stop thinking about it
Peeing, that is.
The workman is cleaning and caulking and grouting in my one and only bathroom, and if I want him to be able to finish in a timely manner, I shouldn't interrupt by asking to use "the facility."
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Peeing, that is.
Ha ha ha... but of course!
ReplyDeletewell...i bet he had used it???? ha ha
ReplyDeletetime to go out for a walk...to the location bar/grill.!!!