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Flushable Toilets = True Love



I like to believe I'm a fairly tough gal, despite the fact that my brothers-in-law think otherwise.

I have seven siblings, with four brothers I learned how to wrestle and how to run away to live another day. With three sisters I learned not to mess with anyone's closet and never, ever, eeevveerr touch their personal shampoo. It was like stealing their boyfriend. Seriously.

I'm not afraid of dirt or mud, unless it's on the bottom of a lake. Slimy... *shudder* Won't do it. Grossness.

Reason one why my brothers-in-law think I'm a wuss.

But I've given birth to five children, I'm not afraid to break a sweat or work hard enough to get blisters on my hands, I know how to handle a wheelbarrow and use a drill, I've gone paintballing several times; one time my oldest brother shot me in the bum, twice.

Once on each cheek.

On purpose.

Couldn't sit for days.

True story.

I got my first job when I was 10 years old, shoveling dirt and filling in holes at a neighbor's house whenever their dog when on a digging spree. Did yard work and housecleaning for years before leaving for college. After I got married I worked 20 hours while taking 15 college credits while pregnant and puking in all the garbage cans around campus.

I grew up with baby gators in the pond, bears in the garage, snakes in the lights, spiders on the walls, and cockroaches in the kitchen.

Ahh... Florida. Sounds so romatic, yes? Not.

I like camping, as long as there's a flushable toilet close at hand. The whole hole-in-the-ground thing is beyond disturbing. Not that I haven't done it, I just loathe it. I specify "flushable" 'cause port-o-pottys and just as nasty.

Reason two my brothers-in-law think I'm a wuss.

So ya, maybe not G.I. Jane, but I like to imagine I can hold my own when necessary.

But there is one thing I despise beyond all reason: cold.

And that is the biggest reason of all why my brothers-in-law think I'm a wuss. I hate being cold. I won't go out in it unless I have to and certainly not for the fun of it. I complain about it often, and so my brothers-in-law are always telling me to toughen up and get over it.

But I can't. I just... can't! And THAT is why I'm living in the frozen tundra of Neverendingwinterville. Because I'm cursed. Truly.



So, Hubby and I had decided that for spring break earlier this year, we were going to take a trip down to Moab, Utah and see the sites. It will be a bit of a drive but hopefully lots of fun. He asked where we should spend the evenings, and I replied that I didn't care as long as I wasn't freezing my toenail polish off and we have a toilet.

Gotta have a toilet. Just sayin'.

Now, if you knew my Hubby at all, you would know how so very, very money conscious he is. I mean, I am too, but definitely not as much as he is. The budget is like his true purpose in life, or his sixth child. Only we've had it since we first got married.

However that works.

Anyway, as we were planning, he started rolling off numbers for hotels and such for the nights we would be down there.

I paused and looked over at him. "Wait wait wait. Hotels? You would be willing to pay for hotels? Really? Why?" I was feeling rather incredulous like someone swapped out my husband and left a stranger.

He replied, "Well, how else am I going to convince you to go? You said you need a toilet and a shower if possible. Plus you don't like the cold."

I know you guys won't understand why, but I'm pretty sure my mouth dropped open.

"You would do that? For me?" It was one of those aaaawwwww..... moments. My husband would be willing to pay for a hotel just so I could have a toilet.

I don't care what other people say, that right there is love. True love.

But I told him a hotel wasn't necessary. It was so much cheaper to stay at a KOA.

So as long as they have flushable toilets, I'm good.

This time Hubby's jaw dropped open. "You would be willing to stay at a KOA instead of a hotel, just to save money?"

I'm pretty sure I was totally sexy to him at that moment. Pure hotness in all its glory.

And guess what? The KOA's did have toilets.

And showers!

We even stayed in a hotel for one night.


*sigh* Who knew toilets were so romantic?

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Serene is a mom of five crazy kiddos who blogs about all her parenting misadventures at Serene is my name, Not my life! She is also a freelance artist so be sure to view her portfolio page!


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