‘Where did the matches go!!!’ I hear from down the hall at 6:00 in the morning. Hubby had just done #2 and him being the gentleman that he is, wanted to keep the bathroom smelling nice and fresh for his girls.
Oh, how I WISH I had known about this trick as I was growing up. As a kid, there were five of us sharing one bathroom. My mom and I were out numbered by my dad and two brothers. There was nothing worse than busting to have to go, only to get in to the barthroom and have to breathe through your mouth… you know what I mean? (Actually, a childhood friend of mine used to say no matter what, she would breathe through her nose because she didn’t want poo particles in her mouth! HAAA!). My husband’s Russian grandmother used to always keeps a box of matches in her purse , should she need them, no matter where she should be. Read the rest of this entry