Bathroom Blues
No, I don’t mean the decor. I’m talking about that feeling you can get at three AM (or anytime at all) when you are ensconced on the porcelain throne and there’s no toilet paper anywhere in sight. Its been years since I’ve had to look around for pages from the Sears catalog; I’ve gotten very fond of two ply tissue instead. So when the roomies use it up and forget about replacements, its a damp and dreary feeling. But never fear! There’s a cure–it starts with a little knowledge and continues with a little bit of thought. In the interest of bathroom humor and etiquette for all, here’s a look at the poster I had made up (using Adobe

Betty’s Big Top
Those rumors about yer old Aunt Acid running away to join the circus just aren’t true. Its been a while since I posted last but it is in pursuit of showbiz dreams that don’t involve near as much sawdust, though there are sequins aplenty. If I WERE going to spend a season or two, it would be as one of the acts with Betty’s Big Top Circus. They don’t hardly make ‘em any bigger and bolder th