Too bad you can’t see the electric hand dryer to the far left of this room. Being that this is the bathroom, who the hell knows how many times I was in this room? The cow, again, is compliments of my mother. Once we had a portable phone, this became my go-to for long chats with friends. Of all the things I can associate this room with, though, I remember one night, washing my hands and noticing on the sink, right next to me, a big, thick, hairy-legged spider right next to me. Yikes!

That and while bathing in here one day, when I was very little, a close friend of the family came into the bathroom, making sure it was ok with me, of course. He asked me who my best friend was, to which I famously responded with, “my wiener is my best friend.”