collecting the crapper

Today my brother is holding a toilet roundup/ BBQ. It’s strange. The fact that he knew he could invite our family to such an event is telling. We’re country dwellers. There are a few toilets in the backyard. My father is saving them for his shop and the pool house.

I pulled one out of the woods today. It’s on the front lawn, waiting for my sister to pick it up and take it to the BBQ. Gotta love Saturdays. ☺