Aunt Sissy, Ben’s sister, my children’s only aunt, the sister I never had growing up and darn good friend, pointed something out to me….

A theme.

A theme in my bLOG lately.

Dump cake, followed by a post about our failing septic system, and now I must share the best outhouses I’ve ever been in.

Am I desperate or just twisted?

Yes!

Anyway, a few weeks ago, we went to the huge music festival in North Carolina called Merlefest, where we had back stage passes. With the back stage passes came the use of air conditioned outhouses complete with plumbing, soap and water and the best part… no John Wayne toilet paper.

After using the bathroom I went and got the camera from Ben and was walking back to the outhouses to take a picture when I over heard this, from my dear traveling companions…

“Where’s she going?’ (T)

“The bathroom.” (Ben)

“Didn’t she just go?” (T)

“I think she feels a bLOG coming on…” (Ben)

*Sphnicker Sphnicker Sphnicker*

Aunt Sissy is right.

I think I have a problem.

Now I’m flushing.

Blushing, I meant blushing.

From the trenches,

Sandhill Sis