"EWWWW! My contact case just fell in the butt washer!" I yelled to Megyn from the bathroom in our hostal bedroom for the night.
Megyn called back in a singsong voice, mocking what I had told her earlier about what we called The Butt Washer, "Well you don´t actually put your butt in it."
"Yeah I know wbut all the stuff that washes off your butt goes in there and I don't want that crap in my eyes."
Megyn laughed. She laughs at everyone but that's ok becuase her laugh is really gratifying. She always leans forward and opens her mouth wide when she laughs. And always a good hearty laugh, bursting forth and the continuing to bubble in your ears.
"Mamie we should start trying out beds before we decide to stay in a hostal," Megyn rolled around trying to get comfortable in our ten-dollar-a-night bed, "and we should make sure the shower is separate from the toilet." She had already started laughing as she said it.
I looked back through the bathroom door I had just stepped out of. The doorknob was barely hanging onto the door and the room couldn't have been more than 3 steps in length. The shower area was only differentiated from the regular tile floor by a rim of raised tiles. The edge of the toilet seat just beyond that rim, so that you definitely had to step in the shower to sit on the toilet.
"I mean, yeah. What if you had to use the bathroom while I was taking a shower? You'd pretty much just have to get in the shower with me. I'd probably just be like, 'You know Meg, just pee in the shower.'"
We were both laughing now as we visualized trying to use the shower and toilet at the same time in the bathroom that ran out of space. Megyn had caught her breath just in time to add fuel to the flames of laughter that had just died down. "I really think you would be able to see my feet under the shower curtain."
"Megyn, I'd be able to see your KNEES!" I emphasized the word knees and we both laughed again as I crawled into my bed.
GOOD TIMES GOOD TIMES IN CHILE!
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(boy chuckes profusely)
exit stage right.
I have to reply to this dustin person that it makes me more mad that he left that long annoying message on here ... couldnt he have just stolen my identity without bothering me and my blog about it???? GEEZ!
take care... in mini bottles with you. on all of your travels. take it out and pour it on yourself and your loved ones. jump off of cliffs and roll down dirt roads and eat farm vegetables. meet strangers. have "accidents". eat the sun and belch praises to your father for the great meal.
i'm glad you and meg are together.
Hahaha. That's the hilarity that makes the memories for years to come. Enjoy the close quarters.
I've made good friends with my shower and stall neighbors at school; so we can all get along, I think.
~Vaya con Dios~
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