My parents came from California for our son's baptism a couple of years ago. We had a small breakfast party at Zia's house before going to the church. I warned my Mother about the igloo bathroom and told her to go upstairs to the other bathroom. When she got to the top of the stairs, she let out a weird little scream noise. Zia was not quite yet dressed for the party and the door to her bedroom had not yet been replaced from when my husband broke it down the time our son had locked himself in. Poor Zia.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Poverina Zia
The half bath in the back of Zia's house is known as the igloo bathroom. Our daughter named it when she was two because it is frigid in the wintertime. It's always a dilemma whether to freeze your ass off or go all the way upstairs.
My parents came from California for our son's baptism a couple of years ago. We had a small breakfast party at Zia's house before going to the church. I warned my Mother about the igloo bathroom and told her to go upstairs to the other bathroom. When she got to the top of the stairs, she let out a weird little scream noise. Zia was not quite yet dressed for the party and the door to her bedroom had not yet been replaced from when my husband broke it down the time our son had locked himself in. Poor Zia.
My parents came from California for our son's baptism a couple of years ago. We had a small breakfast party at Zia's house before going to the church. I warned my Mother about the igloo bathroom and told her to go upstairs to the other bathroom. When she got to the top of the stairs, she let out a weird little scream noise. Zia was not quite yet dressed for the party and the door to her bedroom had not yet been replaced from when my husband broke it down the time our son had locked himself in. Poor Zia.
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