Just checking in to let you know I'm not dead or anything. Life is life, and, well, you know.
I took the short people to Wendy's today, because sometimes I just can't. eat. another. peanut-jelly. And also? The leftovers were just too good for you to be any sort of enough for me.
Naturally, each of the short people needed to take a trip to the bathroom, and none of those trips coincided with one another. And also, not unexpectedly, the women's loo was out of order or something, so we had to go in the men's. (Men. Really? Come ON. There's a BRIGHT RED SPLASHMAT in that thing. How do you miss?) And also, because it is entirely inevitable, HB needed to take care of Everything. So there I stood, in the doorway of the men's loo, door open to allow a little fresh air, waiting and waiting and waiting. And also waiting.
Because that guy? TAKES HIS TIME. Dude masterfully crafts his craps. Or something. And to wither the time away whilst craftily crapping? Dude sings. Today, he chirped out an original number I have entitled (based on the lyrics) I WISH FOR DADDY. It was freaking adorable, people. His sweet little voice, wishing for daddy, echoing off the cold tile, punctuated with grunts and splashes. It left me wishing for one of those cute little Flip cameras, because that is just the sort of thing that should have been captured and saved for, say, the video montage at his wedding.