tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85693264455334216392024-10-06T20:42:25.191-07:00The LooMy grownup treehouse...Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12581553025772295599noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569326445533421639.post-80140288683119455052010-01-28T21:46:00.000-08:002010-01-28T21:47:52.102-08:00Why the Loo?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well hello to any schmoodles and sweets that might have accidentally popped into The Loo. I am actually happy to have you here. You must be thinking that this will be amusing in the potty mouthed, toilet humor kind of way, but I assure you that the concept is much deeper than that... Aaand now I am afraid that I might have disappointed you, so I suppose that every once in a while I could take a "crack" at it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Since my son became a walking being, the only place that I can escape from him is the bathroom. Once the door is locked, I have a room ALL TO MYSELF and though I can probably only reasonably spend 20 minutes at a time in here, it is my sanctuary...but only if the door is locked. Even then I contend with the shaking door knob and tiny fingertips poking thru the bottom of the door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So I am happy to have introduced myself and hope you'll pop in again. Don't forget to powder your nose. Tuda-Loo!</span>Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12581553025772295599noreply@blogger.com0