Potty talk isn't really proper, is it? Especially not in public...which a blog certainly is. However, I find myself compelled to discuss the facilities (downstairs) at the Pittsburgh Center for the Arts. Those with delicate constitutions should probably stroll along to another blog. Those with curious (or potty humor loving) constitutions should stay put.
Upon arriving at the Pittsburgh Center for the Arts on Tuesday, Pam and I decided a visit to the lady's room was in order. Down we descended into the catacombs of the building, only to be greeted by a somewhat odd vision on the stall doors.
Well, you know me...I viewed this oddity and immediately brought the camera out to record it. After all, how often does one see writing - and in such a lovely font at that - on the outside of the stall door?
We stood laughing - mostly at me taking photos in the bathroom. Then we turned to the mirrors.
With camera still in hand...and still taking photos, we laughed even harder.
And then Pam leaned down so that beautiful text could be seen. And we are, aren't we? Beautiful, that is. Our cheeks all rosy from enjoying lunch outside at Daphne's Cafe...well...and laughing so hard.
Safe travels to us both today as we wend our way home. And the countdown is on until the 4th Annual Artist Retreat in Oz. Yep, I fly out on May 25. Wonder what we'll find ourselves working on this time around?