yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
I tend to “meditate” in the downstairs bathroom as that is where we keep all our bathroom “literature”. The other two WCs are not arranged in a fashion that would not damage the books. Frequently, afterwards, there is a malodorous miasma engulfing the whole of the first floor of our dwelling. As I travel from there to other realms of our abode I will pass The Wee Dog, aka Prancess Lily, on one of her many perches. I sometimes wonder if she is stewing, thinking why does he get to do it inside and he makes me go outside.
Or not… random thought INDEED!
I really just wanted to use the phrase malodorous miasma. I will admit to having a weakness for puns (the worst the better), and, in this case, alliteration. While I am not aware of any, there should really be an AA style group for those of us suffering such a monstrous malady.
