Never trust a wombat with a sled shellacked in pearl
For all our modern aplomb in America, we never quite realized that having the toilet in such close proximity to the place at which you do your bathing and grooming is revoltingly counterintuitive. It must have been a man who thought it most effective to group the water-utilizing amenities of the sink, shower, and toilet into one room without giving a second thought to the jubilee of fecal minutia and urea sprung into the air with each flush. How was this architetural shortcoming overlooked for so long and left to become the standard for all bathrooms?
Nia told me last night that she will be looking for a new place since she’s opening up a business and will need the room. This puts me back in the hot seat looking for a new roomie. Luckily, there has never been a shortage of applicants. It’s just going through the process of finding someone, acclimating to them, and getting past the fear that they’ll, you know, rob you blind.
