When my husband and I were on a business trip to Japan (long before we were married) we stayed in a hotel that held a most wondrous invention – a heated toilet seat. This joyous discovery lived but one place in that hotel – the main lobby bathroom. During our week long stay both Gray (my husband) and I found a multitude of creative ways to forgo our own plain, cold, unloving, unforgiving, ceramic bowl in favor of the delicious fanny conforming warmth of the magical heated toilet seat.
Despite my devotion to the joy of a warm rear-end, I do respect that not everyone is a fan of a warm bottom. Case in point: a couple on the radio show NPR’s Car Talk was recently discussing the use of the seat warmers in their Subaru as weapons of tush warfare….they would secretly flip the on switch for the opposite seat warmer and watch their partner squirm trying to figure out why it was becoming so warm – so intense did this battle become that apparently the couple’s next car had no seat warmers at all – a sad fate to consider for a warm bottom fan like myself.
As fall approaches and approaches quickly judging by the cooler temperatures outside I am even more keenly aware of how devoid and empty my own master bath is without this most critical of apparatuses. In fact having just made a brief deposit on the object in question (don’t worry it was just a number 1) I can say without question it is time to close the window – at least in the bathroom – for the potty has become ice cold and we are alas without a heated toilet seat. Perhaps it’s time to start my Christmas list a little early. Dear Santa I would like one heated toilet seat and one book of PC synonyms for the word bottom 🙂