Potty training for a 5k

 I have yet to actually go. I sit. I wait. I smile. Then, I wash my hands.  Really, though, one must consider the vast amount of steps needed to actually perform the bathroom duty. There's the stool. The diaper. The sitting. The waiting. The flusher. The sink, the soap, the towel. I think this potty training thing could be cool, but there is much to remember. Last week, I really thought I had it. The stool was there for the stepping; the toilet lid sat up for the sitting. I simply forgot about the bare-bottomed part. Fully clothed and sitting in the toilet. I have to say, it wasn't my proudest moment. Thankfully, Dad spared maximum embarrassment and did not snap a picture. I owe you one, Dad.

While the bathroom is now on my list of regularly-visited household enclaves, I'm doing my best to keep my kid brother at bay. He wants nothing more than to unwind the toilet paper and splash in water unmentionable. Sigh. Can't a brother take care of business in peace? We keep the door closed. 

In other news, Grandma and Grandpa Conrad visited! In true form, we combined good ol' fashioned housework and relaxing with some good ol' fashioneds. The windows have never been so clean (inside and out!), the basement chairs look fantastic, and Mom's thrilled at the opportunity to sip an adult beverage in the summertime. Thanks for visiting, G&G!

We replaced the couch in our basement. Bright red, over-stuffed, and available for a ten-spot at the local garage sale, the thing looks as though Elmo missed the toilet. Really. The good news is that we're now able to watch Curious George without risk of chronic back pain. It's a basement couch. If I were concerned about being fashionably up-to-date, I'd write to you about the fact that it matches our six mini target dogs, our velvet fedora (decoration only), and the weird red mural curtains that we meant to 86 within the first month of home ownership. (Yes, the east wall is a mural. Came with the house. Saving that for a future blog post.)

Best part of summer: Right now. School hasn't quite started; leaves haven't quite turned. The days are hot; nights are cool. Bliss. 

Hope this post finds you in equally jovial spirits.

Ken