Picture It

Picture it. My boyfriend comes home to find me resolutely sitting on the toilet with that tell-tale bored look in my eye.

Boyfriend: Amanda, what are you doing?

“I’m sitting on the toilet,” I say as if it weren’t totally obvious.

Boyfriend: No really, are you using the bathroom or just sitting there?

“Well it took so much time and energy to lower myself onto the toilet seat that I figured I’d just wait around here until I have to go again.”

My boyfriend gives me the quizzical eye, finally taking in that I’m feverishly massaging my leg muscles.

Boyfriend: How was the gym today?

“Isn’t it obvious?” I say, as the soft sound of urine finally hits the awaiting water below for the second time. “Now can you help me up?”

Take from that what you will about my progress at RIPT.

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