Gee, thanks Michael.

It's been a while since I have done any blogging not to mention and memes. In an effort to play nice in the blogosphere, I, Bernice, am actually participating in this one. Which one is it, you ask? Oh the one about what materials you have stashed away in your bathroom to pass the time while you pass the, er... time.

JB and I affectionately call that corner of our bathroom the Poop Closet or the Blasting Zone. See, here in Florida, it is all the rage to have your toilet separated from the rest of your bathroom by a door. It's kind of nice, but kind of a pain. The best part of our bathroom is the owners of the home thought it would be appropriate to paint our bathroom a shocking shade of orange. It isn't pumpkin, it isn't orange, it is CAUTION YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE MORTALLY INJURED orange. I think it makes safety vests look tame. That is not the point of this meme, but I told you anyway because we are close like that.

The funny thing is, I don't have anything to report to you. There are no magazines in the bathroom. There are no books. There is a toilet, a scrub brush and a plunger. I guess that is something I never understood. Why would you want to sit in there and hang out for a while on a regular basis? Maybe there is a need for the masses to include more fiber in their diets? I mean, I can understand the occasional illness that causes some rifts in the harmony of your bowels but for the day to day? I got nothin for you folks.

Now if I was a mean, over-sharing wife, which apparently I am, I would tell you that JB, the man of my dreams, the love of my life, would be quite a bored little boy without his iPhone in the can.

I am not tagging anyone on this, but you can go and see Michael Morse's response and who he tagged. While you are at it, check out some other stuff he has written. I mean, if a man can make a blog about reading material interesting, he has to be worth a second look, right?