There are three rules for keeping my phone out of the toilet. I only need to use one of them.
1. Stop using the toilet.
2. Stop wearing hoodies.
3. Stop putting my phone in my hoodie pocket when going to the bathroom.
I tried rule number one and only made it for half a day. Number two is out of the question because hoodies are my thing. And I keep forgetting to observe rule three. . . . Luckily, this time my phone fell outside the bowl instead of in after bouncing around the rim.
Sometimes I wish that other things could hear and understand my frustration.
I tell the dog to stop shedding and slobbering all over the place. She wags her tail as if I just told her that Star Trek is on . . . . That is to say that she doesn’t understand.
I tell toilet to stop clogging because it grosses me out to plunge a poopy toilet, but it doesn’t listen. It clogs even more.
I tell the toaster to stop burning my toast, but it doesn’t understand.
I tell the ants to stop coming into my house uninvited, but they don’t understand.
I tell my daughters to clean up after themselves, but they don’t understandsta- . . . . Wait a minute. . . . . Yes they do. It just seems like they don’t. Sometimes I forget that they actually understand English.