Pink ceramic

Life was good.

Had a fantastic weekend with the family and then back to life and reality yesterday. It was payday. I call payday, reality day. This is because the rest of the time I can pretend and plan and dream and then BAM! Reality day. All the pretending and planning and dreaming comes crashing down. Not enough money for the pretending of the past two weeks. Not enough money for the planning of the last two weeks. Not enough money for the dreaming of the past two weeks. You see where I am going here.

Do I stop planning and dreaming, no way. I would be an empty shell if I stopped. Pretending though... that I could most likely do without, hard as it would be. But I like me better when I am pretending. I don't like the reality of bugeting. It is so damn constrictive and I just don't do constrictive.

Ask my husband. Just try to restrict me to something, anything. I will show you! If I want to. If I just don't care about it, then go blow yourself. For example: D says "You can't possibly get all those dishes into the dishwasher". I WOULD SHOW HIM JUST HOW MANY DISHES I COULD GET INTO THE DISHWASHER and they would all come out clean, clean, clean!!!

But, D says "You can't possibly do all those dishes by hand in less than 30 minutes" and I shrug and walk away, he can do them however he wants to and take all the time he wants, whatever, I really don't give a damn.

D has learned this simple personality "quirk" of mine. He knows better than to tell me I can't do something and if it something I don't care to do, no amount of "I dare you"'s will matter.

Once a male coworker tried to tell me that women can't pee standing up. They can so! I offered to prove it to him, but he wouldn't let me. He backed down. Damn smart of him too. Women can so pee standing up, we just prefer to sit. It is simpler and much less messy but if we wanted to, we could and would stand to do our business and at an urinal too if we so desired.
I am sure with a little practice we would have it down to a shake at the end without any of those nasty drip marks men seem inept at avoiding and we could even spell our names in the snow.

As I am writing this I am envisioning a female style urinal. Pink ceramic, long and narrow not high and rounded. So you could walk up to and stand slightly over it.

Why not?