Otis, that reminds me of what the Mrs. and I refer to as The Pudding Incident, except that it had nothing to do with pudding. I'd relate it except that it would show Mrs. F. in a less than flattering light. It makes the idea of reading to her from the crapper (which, actually, never happened) seem rather mild.
Sequel to Two Girls, One Cup
?One Couple, Two Cups, One Spoon...and Some Rainbow Sprinkles
I am so glad I wasn't drinking anything when I read this.
It sooooo would've come out my nose.