I cleaned the bathroom today. All nice and shiny, smelling of bleach and peroxide.
I reward myself with a job well done by vegging on the couch watching Criminal Minds and reading "Help for the Haunted" on the Kindle.
I also drink 2 glasses of Kool Aid and a bottle of water.
I am at an intense part of the book, I have to tee tee, so I take it with me to the loo.
I tinkle, never taking my eyes from the Kindle. I reach behind me to the back of the toilet, pull a baby wipe from the dispenser, and do what you do.
And then I died.
What I meant to grab:
What I grabbed:
Dead.
"They're not even the same kind of dispenser" you say.
Tell that to my subconscious.
Lesson learned.
Lysol moved back to kitchen.
Check.
I'd like to note, this isn't the first time this has happened. I did the same thing with a makeup remover cloth that is pretty much rubbing alcohol. I should probably pay more attention.
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