Yes, this toilet seat exists. No, I don't want one.
There's a guitar in our bathroom.
Remember when you were a kid and you'd intentionally shuffle across the carpet in your sock feet so that you could shock your brothers with a little static electricity?
Well, in our apartment, we don't need to shuffle. There's no carpet. All I have to do is lean in to kiss my husband goodbye and ZAP! there's a flash of light and everyone has a sore face.
Yeah, the dryness in here is a problem.
So when the acoustic guitar started showing signs of dry-weather warping, a producer friend of Matthew's suggested he put the guitar in the bathroom while we shower.
Spring cannot come soon enough.