Torrey’s Tip of the Day: Don’t be alarmed if your husband yells at a flushing toilet

(This might be based on a true story, which may or may not have happened yesterday morning.)

Once upon a time there was a man.  He is not a ‘normal’ man, per se, but he’s still a man.  Minding his own business, the man took care of business in the quiet solitude of his sanctuary.  There was a flush heard through the door, just like any other flush.  A normal flush, let’s just say.

This is where the semi-normal man made everyone question the ‘semi’ part of his normal.  This was not just any normal flush, either.

Moments later, the man started screaming “NO-O-o-o-o-o-o-!  You have to COME BA-A-A-CK!” while looking into the maelstrom.

Most wives would have called the psychiatrist to announce in defeat, “Yeah, doc.  He’s totally lost it.  He wants his shit back.  What?  Oh, no, I didn’t take anything of his belongings.  You are not hearing me!  He literally wants his SHIT back.  Now what do I do?”

Upon further inquiry, my husband the semi-normal man had apparently donned his “Superman” cape (AKA robe) with great flair.  Zorro would have been proud.

The problem is, he did it just. after. he. flushed.

Mid-flush, the robe hit something on the counter, something belonging to his son, something very important to his son, and arced in a perfect trajectory through the air…right into the swirling vortex of the toilet bowl.

The end.

Lesson of the day:  Don’t be alarmed if your husband yells at a flushing toilet, asking for things to come back.  It’s normal, at least in our house.

(P.S.  For all those out there who are married to semi-normal men, it may be a good idea to keep your wedding rings away from the sink.)

(P.S.S.  Dan, forgive me for telling this story to the world, but it had to be told.  I love you.)  {winks}

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Torrey Shannon

My name is Torrey Shannon and I am a writer, author, blogger, movie consultant, speaker, veteran's advocate and Blue Star Mom. I am also a full-time caregiver and spouse of a wounded warrior. My husband survived a gunshot wound to the head in a gunfight in Iraq in 2004 after serving in the Army for more than 23 years. We spent three years of his recovery at Walter Reed Army Medical Center. He has severe PTSD and suffered a traumatic brain injury. Dealing with the invisible wounds of war first-hand allows me to bring a human element to the problems our military communities face. Blogging gives me the chance to do what I love the most: write about life after combat and help create awareness and solutions for military members and their families. When I am not writing here, I freelance for a variety of publications and media outlets and am currently writing a book.