November 4, 2010
Last week, my landlord sent out an email announcing that the community of town homes in which my family currently lives is going to be painted.
This morning, the painters arrived. They brought with them three large trucks, a cherry picker, and a port-o-potty, all of which they parked next to the mail boxes.
"Don't even ask," I told my kids the minute they laid eyes on the portable toilet.
Here's a question for you:
Less than twenty minutes after I told my kids that they couldn't use the port-o-potty, two out of the three bathrooms in our house mysteriously got locked from the inside. What's doubly strange is that the tool used to pick the locks from the outside also went missing.
Coincidence or divine intervention?