Shhh....
Shoe enters the room, hoping to not interrupt important discussion, and peering quizzically at the pic Doug just offered ("Here ya go, Shoe!")...
My index finger scratches my head bald(er); my mind is thinking that pic is a toilet seat, well used. Oh m'gosh!
Shoe is mentally thanking Doug for a toilet seat so well worn, and cool, it no longer offers splinters.
...And now back to our regularly scheduled program (♫♫ music fades to background as Shoe tiptoes back out....) ô¿ô
