Okay, that's a little gross.

I'm a really firm believer in sharing funny embarrassing  stories about yourself. Not the Michael Scott ones that leave people cringing and feeling sorry that you lived through that ordeal, but ones where it leaves people laughing till they cry (or at least, you starting laughing so hard telling it that it makes them laugh at you). 

Because really, sometimes we need to share laughter with other people, even if it is at the expense of sharing embarrassing things we've done or situations we've been in. Just ask my friends, I have TONS of those stories.

So, in case you need a giggle today, I give you "My foot went in the toliet" story.

 

Yes, that is a picture of my toilet. And yes, that is my pee in the toilet. No, I don't know why I didn't flush my toilet right after using it. I was very rushed and didn't have the time. I had a cake in the oven, I was trying to get ready for our missionary dinner, and the Laffoons were on their way to pick me up...Whatever the reason, I didn't flush. 

Now, let me throw this in. I only have 2 mirrors in my house, both in my bathrooms. However, they only show from my chest up. I don't ever see from my bellybutton down. Well, sometimes, a girl just needs to see her outfit! I need to see if the shoes really do look okay! The only way I can accomplish this is if I stand with one foot on my toilet, and the other on my sink. A bit of a precarious standing situation, but it works nonetheless.

So, after quickly using the restroom, I threw the lid down, stood in my precarious stance to look at how my outfit looked. 

I was wearing these great boots I got in Spain back in January. They were my souvenir. They are just fantastic, and I don't get to wear them much. However, tonight I was hanging out with Mzungus, so I wore an outfit that matched, make-up, and I may have brushed my hair at some point that day. 

Well, as I'm standing on the lid all of a sudden my body just drops and there is a loud popping sound. 

I have shattered the lid to my toilet and my foot, boot and all are in the pee down in the toilet.  I don't know how I didn't bust my head open because I was basically doing a split in the air on two different surfaces of varying heights. But there it is. 

Of course I pulled it out as fast as I could and tried to clean my shoe off. I think I did a fairly decent job. They don't smell, so I thought that was a plus.  

The Laffoons showed up about 3.4 minutes later, but somehow I was ready to go. 

I have this really great goose-egg knot on my shin and bruise to remind me of my crazy antics. Anna Marie suggested I bring in a chair, stool, aka anything else into the bathroom to keep me from having to stand on the toilet.

And I say, why, when the toilet works perfectly?
Well, it did at least until yesterday.