apparently, all fast food restaurants in the area close at 10 and won't even sell you anything AT 10 or let you use their restrooms since
after being home for a bit, the bear finally sauntered into the living room, where i had been stomach-down on the sofa watching TV for about 20 minutes. he started looking intently at my butt. i felt his gaze, and then i felt something tickly around my lower back. i spun around to see what the heck he was doing, and he pulled this out, which i promptly grabbed, screamed at in disgust when i realized what it was, and threw on the floor.
to back up a bit, the gas station bathroom didn't have seat covers. so i scrubbed the seat with a huge wad of TP, then laid down a few layers of TP to serve as a seat cover. yes, the situation was that dire. i never ever actually sit on a public toilet. i just squat. when i flushed, i made sure that all 5 of those seat cover trees went down. or so i thought.
that's right. i brought home a souvenir from the shell station. so gross and hilarious at the same time. neither of us could stop laughing. and the kicker--i had changed as soon as i got home into PJs, and the TP tail stayed neatly in its place. oh, and the bear was walking BEHIND me through the yard (albeit in the near dark) on the way back from the car, and neither of us had noticed.
one last image. my women's size 6 slipper next to my souvenir, for scale. unfolded and trailing down my back, it was one long piece.
now you must all think i'm obsessed with poo. not really, i just don't feel like blogging about what's really going on in my life right now as it involves biggish, potentially painful but ultimately very rewarding changes. i had a big disappointment last week regarding those plans, and so poo cupcakes and stories it is. for now. i'll get a little more serious and spill when the time's right. maybe.