I suppose I could leave the Boundary Waters with parting words like,
what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, or some such nonsense.
The truth is, the Boundary Waters are beautiful and I’d love to give them another go round under entirely different circumstances.
Instead of words of wisdom, Hubby wants me to leave you with a potty story. It’s his fave.
So…Mr. and Mrs. Bob’s cabin is lovely. Really. And it’s perfect for two people. As it happens, there were six people sharing the one bathroom, because Mrs. Bob’s daughter and son in law were staying in the guest shack in order to look after the cats while we were gone. Oh, by the way, the cat kibble is counted out and the cats are super skinny - the female cat gets something like twelve pieces of kibble for breakfast. I know because I got yelled at our last morning when she was crying and I dumped a handful of food into her dish. Oh, back to the potty story!
As I was saying, there were a couple potty-related incidents that hubby, in particular, found quite disconcerting. I simply decided that should a bathroom issue arise, I’d shit in the woods.
When Mr. and Mrs. Bob added on to the cabin, adding a great room on one side of the A-frame and a bedroom and bathroom on the other, they made a mistake. At least I consider it a mistake. Their bedroom is only accessible through the bathroom. In other words, you enter the bathroom through the living room - and if you are in the bathroom, you can slide a door shut between yourself and the living room. But there is another doorway opening from the bathroom into the Bob’s bedroom. The Bob’s insist that that door remain propped open with a brick AT ALL TIMES…whether or not they are in their bedroom. So you could be, oh I don’t know, peeing or pooping or taking a shower, and who should walk by but Mr. and/or Mrs. Bob. What do you say? “Hi! How ya doin’? Nice day, eh?” (Canadian speak.)
Before I used the bathroom, I always took a quick head count. Hubby didn’t understand the drill on the first go-round. He assumed the Bobs had another entrance to their bedroom. So he stayed up late reading our first night there, and then went to use the bathroom after the Bobs had gone to bed. SURPRISE!
On the day of our return, he went to take a shower and Mrs. Bob opened the sliding door from the living room into the bathroom so her cats could get in to use their litter box - in the bathroom. Poor hubby steps out of shower nekked as the day he was born and wonders who the hell opened that door - I was collapsed on the bed in the loft at the time since we still hadn’t eaten solid food since our return. He was so delirious he thought he’d lost his marbles and left the door open. Good times, man…good times.
Thank you all for your supportive, indignant, hilarious comments! I love you guys!
BACK TO REAL LIFE!
I want to thank Teagan at Book Wenches and Steph at Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust for their lovely reviews of Anytime Darlin’ - my latest release. This is my all-time best book! I’m begging you - buy it and enjoy it. Sigh…
You can read their comments here, plus Penelope over at Penny Romance is reading the book:
http://www.bookwenches.com/august10reviews.htm
http://fangswandsandfairydust.blogspot.com/
Tomorrow - I got my new cover for my menage. Yummolicious!
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Total weirdness, Julia! Hilarious but deeply sad. Some moments you just want to be private, not sharing it with a cat. Poor cats, too!
Mr and Mrs Bob must have been kidnapped by aliens and returned. They are deeply strange and troubled.
Wonderful posts, but I’m really sorry you guys had to go through it.
I can’t see that vacation ending any other way! lol
Okay, that’s seriously twisted. And I believe I will use the alien comment idea next time I write an alien story. It’s the only possible explanation.
Lindsay - Yes, very sad. I guess it was worth going through because I do have a story to tell.
Amber - hah!
Anny - Definitely use the alien theme!
Those poor, poor cats. I hope The Bobs are prepared for kidney and/or liver damage since inadequate amounts of protein can cause both in felines.
The Bobs are a freakshow. In a way, it’s good that they have each other, but i worry for everyone else they come in potentially lethal contact with.
Why does the whole bathroom situation not surprise me? *eyeroll* Whwn you use these two in a book no one who hasn’t heard this story will believe it’s based on a true life adventure. The Boobs (as so many have coined) are totally OFF THEIR ROCKERS!
Psst… Julia this is a great comedy script… Take this down this moment and re-work it! Add Mr. Bob’s inspiring speeches and life philosophy to the dialog and you’re done. (Use Final Draft)
XXOO Kat
Bron - I know. I felt really bad. Poor kitties!
Nina - yes, par for the course. I have to figure out how to write this…you’re correct, nobody would believe it’s based on a real life adventure.
Kat - it’s so visual! I wish I could write a script for this!
A fitting end to an outstanding story! I’m glad your trip is over and I hope you recover soon-eat all day if you want to. Thanks for the entertainment this week-Celia
Yes, recovering! I’m glad so many people found the posts interesting. It really was a unique experience.
All the gods must love the hell right outta both of you! If either of you had been in poor physical shape, you would not have survived.
Julia, I finally got the time to read and fully appreciate your extreme adventure… my gawd! WOW! Yeah, the MSG would have killed me before the migraines got me.
I think the blessing of your trip into THE BOB’S PERSONAL HELL is that you and your hubby discovered how incredibly wonderful you are together. yay!!! for love and partnership.
Also, I’ve always been a chicken at trusting other people in this way with my life. In a way your experience validates my ‘chickenhood’.
I mean, come on, anyone with an ounce of sense would have made certain to pack lots of water and food and everything else necessary. I think the plastic paddles would have done me in.
I sure hope those cats are good mousers. Maybe, they should run away at the first chance.
Savanna, they kept one of their cats, the super skinny one, tied up outside and even tied up, that cat managed to catch chipmunks and squirrels! I can only imagine how hungry that cat is!
Trust and lack of control are issues for me too so this was quite a test. Damn that MSG!
Gee, never mind the BOBS don’t have any regard for human life. [sarcastically said, of course, and also true. They don't.]… but, tying up their cat makes it a target for predators.
Some cats are natural hunters no matter how much they’re fed, and/or the cat is starving and will catch anything it can. Where we are, I am careful to keep our animals in their huge fenced outdoor areas because there are predators like coyotes that would try to make a meal out of them. We have eagles, too, and they are inspiring, wonderful. I love seeing them. They’re part of the wild critter family around here. However, if you have small pups or kittens, yeah, the eagles could decide they are prey.