On My Way To The Bathroom

On my way to the bathroom, I frantically raced through my inbox looking for lost emails which were searching in lost, and found looking for my address. My computer crashed into The Comedy Club Contest and I had to write about something funny. My new Christmas present insisted that I scratch it while holding it in my lap, and then it jumped off my lap and used the kitty litter box. Oh wait it's my turn, hurry out of there so I can use the bathroom and not your litter box in the corner near the shower.

The doorbell rang as I sang "How wet I'll be," and then I raced to see who was waiting for me to answer the door, still needing the bathroom before I could get there to take care of nature's call. There was no one standing at the door. The ghost beat me to the bathroom, scared the cat, and then slammed the door in my face even though it was my turn twice before.

I couldn't read my book, and fortunately, I have a catheter and absorbent briefs, so the bathroom visit, would have to wait. By this time my tummy was rolling and I knew the bathroom would be absolutely necessary, but that darn ghost ghosted me out of my turn.

Now I can use the bathroom...but...you made me lose my place! My dog wagged his tail as he took deep gulps of water from the toilet bowl. Worse yet was the line starting to form. She the mother of the puppies waited for her packleader to finish drinking, she stepped to the bowl and drank. The puppies lined up and moved one by one for their drinks.

My parrot flew to the bowl aimed and dumped a load, leaving me speechless. My gut had a lot to say. It was demanding food, so I went to the kitchen and grabbed a banana.

The doorbell rang once more and standing before me was a mother and her five children. They had a fat tire and there was no other place for relief other than...you guessed it..my bathroom. Here we go again. I should put a pay device on the bathroom door because in short order I would have millions.

Do I dare try to use the bathroom? I think not. It's time to clean the supper dishes. Then maybe I can finally use the bathroom.

Now that the events of my frantic and hectic day are over, I am enjoying a nice warm, and soothing cup of coffee
without a care in the world. I have no doubt and fully believe, everything is under control. Oh no! My
catheter is clogged, and now I've got to go to the bathroom!

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