. . . in my Mom's modern world.
The story after the jump.
The story after the jump.
It was my birthday. The husby and I were at my parents house with the neighbors (one of whom has the same birthday, so it's an annual event) to celebrate. At the proceeding croquet game, it was discovered that our neighbors had an epic plumbing and septic failure which meant they would not be able to use their water and thus their toilet. Offers of other places to stay were quickly put on the table, but the neighbors decided to stay in their home, pee outside, and slip up the (dirt) road to shower. Upon hearing this news, my mom exclaimed, "Oh! I have just the thing for you!"
Future posts about my mother may focus on the incredible and seemingly never ending supply of random old crap delightful finds my Mom thrusts into the arms of unsuspecting victims-- Case in point; in high school my friends and I arrived home to a note and pile of bones (rabbit? chicken? Who can remember, they were bones) on the dining table with a note, "Courtney, I found these and thought of you, can you use them for art?" I have no idea what Courtney did with them, though she did bring them home, as she was so taken that my mother would think of her . . . when in possession of bones.
My mom returned from where ever in the world she keeps these things and plunked a large antique wooden box on the floor. She pooped popped open the top of the box which uncovered a white enameled pot. "It's a chamber pot!", she exclaimed, "And it can double as a printer stand!" It should be noted that my Mom has never used this for her printer, so who knows how she figured out that handy tip. Here's what really shocked me: the neighbors couldn't have been happier about this. They happily hoisted this thing onto their shoulders and headed down the road back home.
