Potty Miracles
Aug. 15th, 2006 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raefinlayYes, I believe in miracles.
My mom, my brother and I went backpacking in Yosemite. Had a great time. But we were still more than a day from the trailhead when we ran out of toilet paper. What does an ultra-conservative, right-wing, religious family do in such situations? We pray, of course. Rae's brother: "Dear God, please help us find a way to wipe our butts. Maybe a soft plant or something. Amen."
An hour down the trail, we spied an odd package on a rock just ahead. And lo, an angelic chorus did resound through the pines and a shaft of heavenly light shone upon...a pristinely wrapped roll of toilet paper.
This is a true story.
Today, I took a walk in my orchard. 20 min into my walk, I realized I had not gone potty before I left. 30 min into my walk, I remembered that I had indulged in well over 64 ounces of bottled water during the afternoon. 35 min into my walk, I started looking for squatting opportunities.
And lo, an angelic chorus did resound through the almond tress and a shaft of heavenly light shone upon...a brand new, shiny, CLEAN, porta-potty.
This is also a true story.
My mom, my brother and I went backpacking in Yosemite. Had a great time. But we were still more than a day from the trailhead when we ran out of toilet paper. What does an ultra-conservative, right-wing, religious family do in such situations? We pray, of course. Rae's brother: "Dear God, please help us find a way to wipe our butts. Maybe a soft plant or something. Amen."
An hour down the trail, we spied an odd package on a rock just ahead. And lo, an angelic chorus did resound through the pines and a shaft of heavenly light shone upon...a pristinely wrapped roll of toilet paper.
This is a true story.
Today, I took a walk in my orchard. 20 min into my walk, I realized I had not gone potty before I left. 30 min into my walk, I remembered that I had indulged in well over 64 ounces of bottled water during the afternoon. 35 min into my walk, I started looking for squatting opportunities.
And lo, an angelic chorus did resound through the almond tress and a shaft of heavenly light shone upon...a brand new, shiny, CLEAN, porta-potty.
This is also a true story.
