tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10817418.post5969541914587259038..comments2008-01-12T12:30:26.941-08:00Ant Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08824378154573759556noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10817418.post-10069578304274483952008-01-12T12:30:00.000-08:002008-01-12T12:30:00.000-08:00If I can help it, I avoid using the bathroom. I just usually can't help it. It's uncharted territory, even if only to pee. It's kind of the same thing that prevents me from gorging myself on cocktail-party snacks: It isn't a matter of etiquette, it's a matter of personal comfort. I'm not saying that's normal -- it's not. That's just the way it is.<BR/><BR/>p.s. I have five older siblings, the oldest of whom is 38. That's how I know how to tight roll. New info on the sweat pants thing, though.Scrubby Nub and The Bothered Brigadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295348387485490997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10817418.post-35957227491881282702008-01-08T15:22:00.000-08:002008-01-08T15:22:00.000-08:00I have the bladder of a grasshopper and I drink A LOT of water, so I usually hit my hosts' bathrooms twice (minimum).fiestascramblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07554451401387299641noreply@blogger.com