The Queen’s Throne

I’ve been deliriously happy and grateful the last year over something that is well, mmmmmm, kind of unmentionable.

“She isn’t!” (Carol’s voice.)

Yes, I am.

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  1. julia hayes says:

    I can’t wait to read about the days to come when we both muse over how grateful we are for a nice healthy poop! Ah yes, indoor plumbing!! Just so you know, the word LALA will forever have a new meaning for me!!! La la la la la la hmm hmm hmm ladee dee la la la!!

  2. Arline Nash says:

    HA! Love it!

    For several of our young parenting years, we lived with no running water (unless you count the BEAUTIFUL river that flowed by), electricity or indoor plumbing! Ohhhhh!! I am grateful for plumbing. But… there are sweet memories of that time. It was GOOD!

    When we moved again and had the “normal” mod-ee cons, again, our boys still called the rest room the outhouse. LOL! It took a while for that to fade.

    Sweet memories. Thank you, MaryJane!

  3. Debbie says:

    Mary Jane,
    You’re a hoot! During Hurricane Irene we were without power for a little over a day. My husband and I chuckled quietly at our 13 year old daughter because she was so focused on the fact that she couldn’t have a shower! I really though her early training from summers at our off grid beach cottage would have better prepared her for the brief inconvenience of no daily shower, but then again she is a typical teen… Hey, we thought we’d made the big time when we got a solar pump to flush our indoor potty at the cottage a few years ago instead of hauling in a bucket when we needed to flush…
    We have a saying on our little beach to remind all visitors how we do things.
    ” If it’s yellow, let it mellow, if it’s brown, flush it down” …
    Glad you have a flusher now too!
    Hugs toall!
    Deb ( your beach farmgirl )

  4. Cindy Baugh says:

    Crap! That was funny!

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  6. Betty Stone says:

    Of course, when you move your little house, it always goes forward, never backward or sideways. Other than having to get up so many times at night now, I could not conceive of using an outhouse. I can remember as a kid on Grandma’s farm, having to go in the middle of the night and walking the block in the dark to it, swishing my flashlight around and seeing multiple “eyes” glowing back at me. Scared me to death, only to find out in the morning that Grandpa had greased his plow and that was what my flashlight was picking up on!

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