Bone entitled this photo “toilet of pia.”
When I was looking from my deck at my barely one fifteenth of an acre irregular plot, I couldn’t help but notice a toilet that came with the house. I gutted one bathroom and took the toilet out of the other. Nobody wants to live with other peoples toilets, I think.
Eldin One was very psyched at my obvious excitement and asked if I was planning on putting in flowers. Of course; ragweed.
Ich bin a Southerner.
If you always knew you had problems, and had to figure out what they were on your own as medical science wasn't ready for you, when you found out the name of your problems and more about them, would you rush to say you're disabled?
Would you reframe your life story?
Or try to keep it as honest and true to your memories as you could?
I'm writing a memoir, and taking the later road as my life has always been interesting and fun.
I had the longest youth in America. It lasted from the late 60's through the 80's.
My "disability" non verbal learning disorder (NLD) is invisible.
So people think I should have been super successful and made mega bucks.
Success to me can be as small as getting the side bar of my blog to work. And as big as I can dream!
Boy, a toilet in the yard. That really puts you on the fast track to becoming a Southerner. I think a couple of pink flamingos would accent that perfectly. And maybe one of those lighted palm trees.
That is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week. Thank you.
I hope it’s the backyard, that nudges you up a level.
My only advice is to keep the pot facing down, otherwise someone might get an urge to go!
We’come y’all.
Re: Cooper’s comment “I hope it’s the backyard, that nudges you up a level.”
Or nudges you down a level, depending on your point of view
Cooper, Doug, Sage–I will try very hard to meet your standards and go up a level
Bone–it’s like that country song–friends in low places