Memories can be a great thing in life. They can be hard as well, but, at least in my life I have far more good memories than bad ones. They help me through difficult times and find the strangest times to pop into my mind, giving me a laugh with no one knowing why. They can be silly or important, and more often than not, I find myself forgetting the ones I want to remember, and remembering those I wish I could forget.
One random fun memory that popped into my head just a moment ago. It happened when Kristen and I lived in our first apartment at Windemere. It all started with a drowsy husband (me) using the bathroom late at night. I went #1 and back to bed. Then, my drowsy wife (kristen) decided she needed to use the rest room, I think it was the next morning. Without looking she sat down onto a soaking wet toilet seat. She gave me such a hard time for it. I tried to think back that night, I had even sat down, it couldn’t be possible… could it?
The whole day she continued to tease me about it, every time I went to the bathroom, she brought it up (all in good fun). It wasn’t until the next day when again I found myself sitting on the seat when for no reason at all, and right between my legs I found the seat getting wetter and wetter. I sat back to see water dripping at a decent rate from the ceiling vent, situated perfectly above the toilet seat.
Long story short, the bathtub in the apartment directly above us had sprung a leak which followed the tubes of the vent and dropped perfectly onto the toilet seat. At least that is how I remember the story.
This is great! Dave is always the one to get up during the night to use the bathroom, and he’s done some funny things, which are opportunities that I always take to make fun of him! So far he’s never thought to blame it on the upstairs neighbors…