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Why I'm in the Bathroom so long


Except for less pictures, things haven't changed much.

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  1. AmyMarch 23, 2011 at 1:08 AM

    Ummm, wow! TMI!

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  2. EmptyNesterMarch 23, 2011 at 5:58 AM

    So CUTE! I remember those little potties with the arm rests---LOL

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  3. June Freaking CleaverMarch 23, 2011 at 8:31 AM

    Since the bathroom might be the only place in the house where you could read uninterrupted, I see the genius in this idea.

    Now if they could invent a bathroom door that can't be knocked on, it would be perfect.

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  4. Stacy UncorkedMarch 23, 2011 at 3:48 PM

    Oh that's too funny! :)

    WW: Creative Play

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  5. KlinMarch 23, 2011 at 4:53 PM

    I was so expecting a Bon Jovi review.

    Cute picture!

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  6. angieMarch 23, 2011 at 5:45 PM

    I LOVE this picture. LOVE it.

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  7. CountessLaurieMarch 23, 2011 at 6:59 PM

    HOW CUTE WERE YOU? Pretty cute, I'd say!! Is it weird that I love reading in the bathroom? Okay, maybe... gotta go now. Not go, just go. As in leave. Yep, I am leaving now.

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  8. GaryMarch 24, 2011 at 6:32 AM

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