A SPECIAL POST FOR 1754:

I just got home from work, so that was almost an 8-hour day when I was only supposed to work a couple hours. Boo on that, but that's not what this post is about. I come home, finally, going to take a shower, put on some clean clothes (or more likely pajamas), and order some chinese food...a relaxing evening after a long day.

Some explanation first for those who don't know: I share a house with 4 other girls. I live alone in the basement. I have my own bathroom. To get to it, you have to go down into the basement, through my room (to which I keep the door closed to keep heat in) and then the bathroom. It is so cold down there that my toothpaste freezes. I keep the bathroom door closed to keep heat in the main room, so overall, the bathroom is NOT FUN TO USE! I generally only go in my bedroom to change clothes or go to bed. When I am on the main floor of the house, I will often use the other bathroom, because I don't want to go through all that.

So...I get home from work to an empty house. I go downstairs to take a shower. I walk into the bathroom and notice the seat is up on the toilet. Odd, because I generally pee sitting down. Do I have a guest waiting for me? Didn't notice anyone in the bed...;-) (Maybe it's a murderer in the furnace room!! AAAAAUGH!)

But then I get a closer look at the toilet. Ohhhhhh no. Someone in the house is having digestive troubles. Yes, 1754, their butt is rocking. Explosively. So explosively that they exploded poo all over the bottom of the toilet seat, as well as where it should be (ie in the toilet).

So...what's the deal? And why did they leave the seat up? Were they planning on cleaning but ran away instead? They at least got as far as flushing the toilet. Why did they take the trouble of coming all the way to my frozen bathroom? I can't figure out any reason that they would legitimately be down there unless they were doing laundry (which it didn't appear that anyone had been, although I can't rule that out for certain) and suddenly their butt rocked so bad they couldn't make it up the stairs. But why wouldn't they remove the evidence? I haven't gotten in a fight with any roommate thus far this semester! What kind of angry message are they leaving me? (Cause obviously I'm not getting it...)

This is a delicate situation. And important enough that I left the house again to come post on the blog, because Summer, you just weren't answering the phone (I figured you'd want to know about this ASAP). (Paul, rest assured, I am never going to call you with a story like this.) Do I question everyone in the house? Do I clean it myself and pretend I never saw it? That's just gross.

I just IMed G and he suggested that I ask S...(this had to happen between 3:15 and 7 by the way, as that's when I was at work). He said she was going to be gone from 4-8 and thus it was highly unlikely to be her (besides the fact that I can't imagine her doing this or especially leaving my bathroom like that), but that she could help me with the protocol in this situation. I thought it was sound advice but still a rather awkward question to be asking.

Well, that's ummm...my story.
I thought 1754 would enjoy it more than I do. I hope you all have a good laugh at my expense.
Love, Mary.