Today I’d like to share with you the story of the tiniest bathroom in the history of bathrooms.
Our house actually has three levels, but our aversion to social interaction keeps our guests mostly on the main floor where there is one – tiny – bathroom.
Not only is it teeny-weeny, it was utterly nondescript.
Aside from the pencil scrawls on the wall left behind by the builder, of course.
And did you catch the built-in magazine rack? I ask you, who goes over to their friend’s house to leisurely poop?
Anyhow, it suddenly hit me that it would take almost no time to spruce up the little space, so I grabbed a can of Behr’s Restless Sea and a roll of Frog Tape.
NEVER AGAIN, FROG TAPE!!! ~Shakes fist indignantly~
I am, however, pleased with the rest of the room.
Do you love my J.D. Challenger print? Or would it, ahem, assist you in your evacuations? (Notice we lost the magazine rack – didn’t think you’d need to just be chilling in there.)
The sweet buffalo skull my FIL got us finally found a home, I already had the little goat hide, and I grabbed the faux bittersweet wreath at Michael’s for half off.
Bing, bang, boom.
How was your weekend/Halloween?
Some of you had some very good guesses as to Junior’s costume (with my hint of “it rhymes with schmowl”) namely “trowel” and “bowel”, but alas, he was a little owl.
Hope the happy little owls in your life had a fun Halloween!