Warning: This post contains anecdotal nudity.

I used the toilet after Seth last night. As I flushed, I turned to Seth to make a comment. Suddenly, he said, "Look out!"

I turned around, and sure enough, the toilet started to overflow, splash splash, onto our lovely 70s tiled floor. And there I was, pants around my ankles, unable to do anything but shuffle from foot to foot in a hasty retreat while Seth pulled me by the hand yelling "Hop away! Hop away!"

Hop away? YES. I kept waking up all night long to laugh.