The Blame Game and Bad Aim by Confessions of a Corn Fed Girl
When a woman shares a bathroom with members of the male species, sooner or later, her understanding of the the toilet will do a complete 180. For the XY set, the commode is not at all a sure thing, but rather it is a game of chance, much like that carnival game where you shoot water into a clown’s mouth to blow up a balloon. Unfortunately, getting every little drop in is impossible. But, good night nurse, should this really be the case with a toilet? Something whose opening is hundreds of times bigger than that bizzaro clown’s pie hole?
We all know the answer to that question is a thunderingly confident, “NO!” Which is why no man or boy will ‘fess up to missing that toilet target.
Find out who needs to go back to Potty School when a frustrated mom confronts her sons about their poor skills.
ABOUT JOHI: Once upon a time, Johi Kokjohn-Wagner was a little girl in braids, growing up on a horse farm in Iowa. After a series of epic relationship fails, she met and married a handsome carpenter. Between riding horses, hiking in the Rockies and remodeling a home, they made two adorable, rambunctious boys. Johi now spends her time creating in chaos. She is a writer, an illustrator and a photographer. She writes about her life on Confessions of a Corn Fed Girl, where she laughs about things that usually first make her cry.
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