I'm a toilet drinker. I'm addicted to toilet drinking. There. I said it. The first step is admitting you have a problem.
I'm so embarrassed.
Glogirly says I need help. A support group. I suppose I probably do. But all I can think about is that cold, clear bowl of water.
It's my elixir.
It calls out my name in the middle of the night.
As long as the seat is up, the bar is always open.
O Cod, please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference day by day by day. O dear Lord, three things I pray.
Disclaimer:
This post is not intended to make fun of or downplay the significance of addition. Glogirly & Katie have only compassion and empathy for those struggling.
