Saturday, July 05, 2008

Eau de Toilet


And then all at once, Charlene realized that her fate had already been written for her; that she was doomed to a life of hiding, of shame. Everything she treasured would have to be stuffed under her skirt when the company came. Everything she held dear - treated like crap and euphemistically referenced when in mixed company. Well, let them have their wink-winks, she would dutifully resign to her destiny and guard it with her life upon that porcelain throne. Modesty be damned!

1 comment:

Lois said...

Well, I guess covered bog rolls go nicely with the carpeted toilet tanks and seats.