No One Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors
Wah.
I have big burly men working in my house, putting in a bathroom in the basement. The plan for this bathroom is to make my life easier as baby-day approaches. As it is, we have one bath on the top floor, and my office and the kitchen is on the main floor. The basement stairs are more shallow, and carpeted, and I could also easily work down there, and not have to conquer any stairs during the day.
So, what’s the problem?
WELL. One guy seems to be having bathroom issues today. As I write, he has been in the bathroom upstairs (having asked very nicely to use it, no problem there) three times, this one for about 10-12 minutes and counting. I happen to know there is a lot of Mountain Dew on the premises, as well as a recently arrived vegetarian pizza that they are eating down there. I am totally grossing myself out with each minute that ticks by. Get on outta there man!
Also, at what point do I become concerned about this person? I already don’t ever want to use my bathroom again (ew!) but that’s sadly not possible.
I’m pregnant, with a capital P-E-E.
Charlie Rich, Behind Closed Doors
