Like I said in my previous post, I recently got married, to Dreamy James. After our fun-filled wedding we headed to Jackson Hole, WY for our honeymoon. It was great, we relaxed, enjoyed the scenery and stared lovingly into one another eyes for hours and hours. Ok, well maybe not hours but there were some glances at least.
On the last night of our honeymoon we decided to treat ourselves to a "fancy" dinner. We are from a small town in Kansas, so a fancy dinner is a big deal to us. We did some looking and found just the place, we could tell it was fancy because when we walked it you could hardly see anything because of the fancy mood lighting. We looked over the menu and Dreamy James decided on a buffalo steak and I picked salmon. It was great, there was the appetizer, main course and we splurged and shared a yummy gooey chocolate dessert.
As we were waiting for our check to come I decided I'd run to the little cowgirl's room. As I entered I noticed there were two stall, one was occupied so I entered the handicap stall. Now, I'm no expert but this was one strange handicap stall. The lever to flush was on the far side against a wall, so to push the lever, you had to reach across the toilet. This might not seem like important information, but just trust me, it is. So I used the restroom, stood up and then reached to flush. As I'm in mid-reach and about to pull the lever, I hear the *splash plink* of my earring hitting the water and floating to the bottom of the porcelain.
I stood there for a moment staring at the toilet, and wondering what am I supposed to do?! CRUD! Then I started to wish that my Grandma could come back from the grave just for a minute to reach her hand into the toilet and get my earring back. Once when my sister and I were little, my Grandma had been over for her weekly hair appointment with my mom. We had been playing with a bouncy ball and one of us had bounced it in the dinning room and somehow that bouncy ball had gone into the bathroom and landed in the toilet. We were both so grossed out that my Grandma, bless her heart, had done what any wonderful grandma would do, she reached into the toilet for our ball.
Once I realized Grandma probably wasn't going to make an appearance I decided I better weigh my options. I could just flush it, but then I thought this is a NEW pair of earrings and I love them, I can't leave one behind! Then I thought maybe my new husband would come to rescue as my knight in shinning armor, but I thought it might be hard to explain why a guy was in the woman's bathroom. So, I thought, "Danae, someday you want to be a mom, and mom's have to do WAY grosser things than touch their own pee, so just suck it up and do it!" Without thinking I pulled the ring of my hand and plunged it into the dreaded pee water. I shook my hand off, decided that the earring WAS worth it and then went and washed my hands at least 10 times.
As I walked to the table I thought about whether or not to tell Dreamy James about the little pee earring situation. I decided that there was no time like the honeymoon to figure out if he was really serious about those vows we had said a few days earlier. Lucky for me he just laughed, shook his head, rolled his eyes and said "oh my gosh....." But for some reason he wouldn't hold hands with me the rest of the evening.
