Go China. :)
We got a new toilet seat. The one in our bathroom was a squishy one, and it developed cracks in it, so we went and bought a wooden one (the only porcelain/plastic ones they had didn’t come in the right color). Now, because the wooden seat has no squish to it, and therefore is, I don’t know, a 1/2 inch or 3/4ths inch lower than the previous seat, if I am not actively paying attention when I sit down (which, y’know, generally I am not), I have this moment of ACK! where I think I’m falling into the toilet. It’s the whole 3am the-boy-left-the-toilet-seat-up-and-I’m-about-to-drop-my-butt-into-icy-water* syndrome. Toilet trauma. I have toilet trauma.
In other news, Chrisber and Christy eloped yesterday! Congratulations to them!
I wish all the small planes would stop flying over our house. It would help, of course, if we didn’t live spitting distance from the floatplane and small plane airports, but still. I wish, how I wish. They’re very, very loud.
I went to bed last night and after a bit Ted came to bed, and the door swung open so he got up to close it again. Then there were a lot of strange clicking and lip-smacking sorts of noises, and after a couple of minutes I sat up and discovered there was a Chantico curled up by my side of the bed. Aww. She just wanted to be near her people! But we chased her out anyway, and commented that it was no wonder we hadn’t slept well during the weeks we’d let her sleep in the room. Noisy dog.
*in the 6 years we’ve been married, I believe Ted’s only left the toilet seat up twice, so this is in no fashion intended to malign him. :)