So I was taking a bath this afternoon, to relax. I like to read when I'm taking a bath. It's pretty much the only time I take to sit and read, anymore.
Well, it was about time to get out, and my eyes were getting tired. My husband had recently come in to use the toilet. I hate this for obvious reasons. It will become apparent why this is important in a moment.
I closed my book, placed it on the toilet, and started to push myself up and out of the tub. What's that? Out of the corner of my very nearsighted eye, I saw my book take a tumble. Dang it! It fell on the floor. I took a closer look.
Um. Whoops. I threw it right into the open toilet.