Ode to the Bathroom

So, I hate germs. Really bad. I acquired this dislike growing up in the household I did. (Germs were not allowed in under any circumstance). I owe it all to my mother, who well, owes it all to her mother. So I guess this post should be entitled, Thank You Grandma Helen. While I'm on the topic of thanking people though, I may as well thank Marissa my dear sweet cousin as well. I'll tell you why in just a little bit. 

First a little history about the past few months while I've been living in this 12x9 square I call 'home', I'm proud to say I've yet to intentionally step bare-foot in our absolutely disgusting bathroom. Better known as The Mold Box, I better explain this though. Our bathroom really is usually kept up, our apartment mother ... aka ... Kelli seems to do a good job at cleaning the sickest parts, the tub and toilet, often. (Thank you by the way) and I have a thing about our t.p. countertops and soap. We always have Bath and Body soap (which reminds me, I need to make a mall run, we are running low) but still, it is disgusting. 

The reason for this post though is now, courtesy of Marissa - we have TOILET SEAT COVERS!!!  Thats right. Be jealous if you would like. Marissa gave them to me the other day as an early Birthday Present. FIVE THOUSAND OF THEM. Love her for forever because of that. I've attached a picture so you can see them in all of their glory. 

These little babies are helping me make it through the homestretch as germ free as possible.