Last night I dreamed I was in college again, at Converse, and I couldn't find the class schedule to know whether or not there were a test that day. I remember being there; I felt both liberated at leaving behind the constant pain of family dysfunction, and horrifically homesick for my family. Funny how you can leave a situation, and yet it never truly leaves you.
I read a blog recently in which people commented on their least favorite household chores. Most people that said they hated cleaning the toilet said it was because their sons had poor aim. So, two questions: would it be wrong to say that your boys were not allowed to use one of the bathrooms in the house (assuming you had more than one)? and Second-- somebody needs to invent some gadget that puts an end to the aim problem without making a separate mess to clean up.
I'm off to make apricot lentil soup. I'll let you know how it turns out. It's from allrecipes.com.
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They make a thing for males called a urinal. When a urinal is the appropriate height and the male stands sufficiently close, the aim problem is removed from the equation. Now, they only have to remember to flush. But more and more public places are starting to have urinals with motion sensor flushers on them. When the person steps away from the urinal, it flushes itself, automatically. Males have problems aiming because various physiological changes are happening at different times of the day that make the aiming device more or less flexible. A urinal needs to be chosen with this situation in mind. I.e., don't get one that requires aiming. Instead, get one that can receive input from several angles. It is not like we intend to miss! :)
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