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Possibly delicate issue here. <*ahem*>
My bathroom is COLD. I mean, not chilly, but pretty darned freezing cold. My breath is visible, hanging in the air in front of my face. I am surprised it doesn't simply fall to the floor as an icicle.
When I get ready for work, that's a good thing, as it shocks me awake and the shower water is wonderfully hot.
But in the middle of the night, when I am awakened by that "full" urge, I do not appreciate the instant transition from somnabulance to Yowza!!! when I hike my flannel nightie and sit down where I need to sit down to rid myself of that unpleasant, full sensation.
I would like to shuffle mindlessly back to bed and to sleep afterwards, but that's nearly impossible.
Fuzzy seat covers always seemed to be stupid ideas to me. Not the festive and occasionally seasonal, patterned, seat cover covers, but the ones which are fitted to the actual seat upon which one sets one's nekkid bottom.
However, there is no human male in residence here, so there's no issue with ... Errr.... Aim. And discovering somebody missed the mark in an unpleasant fashion.
How creepy would it be for me to search out a couple of those fuzzy, fitted seat covers and use 'em to keep myself from having to peel myself off the ceiling? And, by the way, the tidying up afterwards from the shock which propels me off the appliance - as my bladder ignores the Stop! Order?
My bathroom is COLD. I mean, not chilly, but pretty darned freezing cold. My breath is visible, hanging in the air in front of my face. I am surprised it doesn't simply fall to the floor as an icicle.
When I get ready for work, that's a good thing, as it shocks me awake and the shower water is wonderfully hot.
But in the middle of the night, when I am awakened by that "full" urge, I do not appreciate the instant transition from somnabulance to Yowza!!! when I hike my flannel nightie and sit down where I need to sit down to rid myself of that unpleasant, full sensation.
I would like to shuffle mindlessly back to bed and to sleep afterwards, but that's nearly impossible.
Fuzzy seat covers always seemed to be stupid ideas to me. Not the festive and occasionally seasonal, patterned, seat cover covers, but the ones which are fitted to the actual seat upon which one sets one's nekkid bottom.
However, there is no human male in residence here, so there's no issue with ... Errr.... Aim. And discovering somebody missed the mark in an unpleasant fashion.
How creepy would it be for me to search out a couple of those fuzzy, fitted seat covers and use 'em to keep myself from having to peel myself off the ceiling? And, by the way, the tidying up afterwards from the shock which propels me off the appliance - as my bladder ignores the Stop! Order?
