Seriously, Who Breaks a Toilet Seat?

Might I remind you (CLICK HERE before reading any further) of a story from last summer, one in which my dad made reference under his breath to my butt being large?

Check out the current state of our toilet, taken today, 8/7/2011:

Painters tape?  We must be out of duct tape...

I saw it and freaked out, thinking my mom was going to be in real big trouble.  I'm reminded of my favorite quote from A Thousand Splendid Suns:  “Learn this now, and learn it well, my daughter: Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.”

When I asked my parents who broke the toilet seat, my mom opened her mouth to confess, but before she could speak, my dad admitted it.  How sad that I, (though not a man), immediately pointed my accusing finger at my mom.  How hilarious that even she thought she did it.

Seriously, who breaks a toilet seat?  ME.  And my dad.  Oh, you KNOW I took the opportunity to call him: (not-quite-so-under-my-breath)

"fat ass".