Look Away!

Devin subscribes to Rolling Stone. I think I've mentioned this before when I discussed my shock at noticing the sirens from The Hills gracing the magazine's cover.

What I did not mention back then was that all issues of Rolling Stone are stored on the back of our toilet. A few weekly issues gather at a time, until the pile of them becomes too unruly, at which point I throw them out and hope Devin's already had a chance to read them.

The thing about keeping them on the toilet is that there is always a face or faces staring up at me when I'm doing bathroom stuff. (This only includes brushing my teeth and styling my lovely hair. Got it?)

It's an odd feeling when I'm trying to go about my bathroom business with Bono staring back at me. I often end up flipping the magazine over because an ad for the Toyota Matrix is far less intimidating.

This week, the Rolling Stone-cover-staring-at-me-issue reached new heights with Barack Obama.


Do you see how he's just glancing downward? Peering at me? Judging me?

I feel like I'm disappointing him. And I can only imagine how it must feel for a guy, who has to look back at him the whole time he's standing over the toilet...brushing his teeth.

Here's hoping the next cover features someone I'm not so concerned about impressing. Like Will Smith or Ellen Pompeo or someone.

{Note: Yes, that is a brown shag toilet seat cover. But please don't go thinking the same think most people think when they see it, which is, "Why did they decorate their bathroom in brown?" We bought the brown shag toilet seat cover to be ironic. Or something. But there's no place for irony in the bathroom.}