So, after my lengthy blog silence, you might expect that I’d write my first post of the new year about something very intelligent – very profound – very deep. You’d be wrong.
Our toilet seat died on Saturday. It was the cheapest possible white plastic seat, so we weren’t at all surprised when it broke (but I do feel bad that it decided to break for a visitor at our house…). Jim and I went to KMart on Sunday to find a replacement, and for some reason we didn’t choose a white plastic seat. Oh no. We both got totally enamored of a clear plastic resin seat with shells and dolphins embedded in the resin. “Should we???” asked Jim. “What the heck!!” I replied, “Let’s do it!! Hee hee hee.”
And we did. It is the most hideous abomination of a toilet seat that I’ve ever seen (“Never seen ANYTHING like it,” said Jim), but it does make me giggle every time I use the bathroom. Which is actually a very good way to begin a new year, in my opinion.
Drumroll, please – here are photos of this awesomely awful new throne (click on photos to enlarge):
              
That is completely frightening.
How much did the store pay you to take it off their inventory?
I wouldn’t even drink water from that. Woof.
Very cool. It would be even cooler if it were fluid-filled, so that when you sat on it the dolphins moved around….
…or musical, so that when you sat down “Oronoco Flow” would play.
See? Judging from your comments, our next house party will be WAY fun!
And I think that the ideal would be fluid-filled AND musical. “Oronoco Flow” is a nice touch, Liz!!!