Do wiskers count?
OK, hang on, hang on…
You peed on the bathroom floor? That’s pushing it.
Fine, I’ll assume that’s not actually what you meant…
My aim was better than that even as a child. I had gotten out mid-shower (sudden urge to go) and peed in the toilet while I was still dripping wet. She explained that it was easier just to go in the shower. It all goes to the same place. Aim for the drain, and the surrounding floor will clean itself as you shower. I don’t understand why any adult would not see it the same way. Its just as a child, the thought had never occured to me.
Only if you manage to get the whole cat in there as well.
People enjoy poking fun about it, so I figure I might as well too :o
Back to the OP, did you ask your family what you should throw up in Shai’tan?
Well… rationally, they were completely overreacting, yeah. Even if you had puked in the thing, once you’ve cleaned it, it’s clean.
However, I did once throw away a drinking glass because a friend of mine threw up in it. I knew even as I was doing it that it was a completely irrational reaction, but every time I drank from the thing all I could think was VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT; in the end, it was just less stress to throw the damn glass out and stop worrying. I have thrown up in mixing bowls before and just washed them out and never thought about it again, and I am not the least bit concerned about peeing in showers or sinks (hey, I’ve done both), but the drinking glass thing just bothered me despite me knowing it made no sense.
So… yeah. Irrational, yes, but I can understand how sometimes you just get irrationally squicked by something.
They suggested the bathroom wastebin. It didn’t occur to me because I was already in the kitchen looking for a bucket and ran across the pot. Even if it had occured to me after seeing the pot, I would have still used the pot. Not only do I not see the issue, but using the wastebin would have required too much work. The trip to and from the bathroom, the trip to the garbage can to empty the wastebin, all with a bad knee and fighting the urge to vomit in the middle of the night? I’ll just use the pot.
You want a squicked-out, heebyjeeby moment in the kitchen? Her sister lived with us briefly and had to get a physical (for a new job) that required she bring in a stool sample. Not the whole “product”… She needed to obtain a miniscule sample from a “clean” bowel movement (not something floating in the toilet). She apparently found something in the kitchen she could use to shit in/on, and thought it was funnier NOT to tell us what it was, or *if * she threw it away.
I’ll be the lone dissenter. I think it would be gross to use the pot after vomiting in it (not after thinking about it). It would just squick me way too much. I’m the proverbial delicate lil flower, though.
No, really, I think it’s understandable that you say that.
What’s incomprehensible is the notion that the pot can’t be used anymore because someone merely thought about using it to throw up in.
I think the OP should have a calm sit-down talk with the in-laws, and say “I feel I should tell you about the time I had to throw up in the kitchen sink.”
But yeah, GET OVER IT, even if real vomit had been involved. As kids our standard sick-bucket was a tub from the kitchen which would otherwise might be full of vegetables being washed. Of course, if it had become filled with real virus-laden produce, it would get a full disinfecting, which would be directed but not performed by my vomit-phobic chemistry-phd father.
“The Aristocrats!”
Well somebody had to say it.
Only the stiff kind-- no floppy or bendy ones allowed.
You win. I’m not sure WHAT you win, but you win.
Which makes my new answer to the OP… very nearly on my keyboard. Bleagh!
I wonder if the wife and MIL have been having secret conversations about wishing for new cookware, but not being able to justify it because there isn’t really anything wrong with what’s in the house, and just siezed an opportunity. What? You contemplated barfing in the T-Fal? It’s gotta go! I’m getting Le Creuset.
I’m not sure how I’d vote if you’d actually thrown up in the pot…probably along the lines of “better than on the sofa” but I am an easily triggered sympathy barfer (in fact this thread is making me woozy 'cause just the suggestion makes me a little green around the gills) and seeing the barf pot might make me think barf thoughts which in turn make me barf…so that might be problematic.
However, you didn’t throw up in the pot. It should have been put away and the incident forgotten.
an aside: Is anyone here with training in psychology able to explain why WHY I clicked on the ass pennies link even though I knew just from the phrase “ass pennies” that whatever the link revealed would not make me a happier person.
I agree with you. I’m shocked that so many families are doing this. The thought of it never occurred to me.
Perhaps it’s because as a long time smoker/smokers cougher my diaphragm is a wonder of nature, and my stomach+diaphragm assisted pukes exit at high velocity,But I would never use a cooking pot to puke in because, I have never seen a cooking pot big enough, except maybe a witches cauldron. The spashback in the face would be nasty.
I drag out the old 30 gallon yard trashcan and put it by the bed.
I am reminded of an old letter to Ann Landers. A husband had an infected toe and was instructed to soak it in warm water. The handiest thing he found was a crock pot - he could set it on low and not have to keep warming the water. His wife was outraged when she found out he had soaked his purulent toe in her good crockpot and insisted that the crockpot be thrown away. He thought she was irrational, since a good scrubbing would make the crockpot good as ever.
I can’t remember what Ann said. I still haven’t decided what I would say, either.
What is the difference between oral and rectal thermometers?
Taste
Two stories:
(1) A friend of mine when I was back in college had just married an older man who had been divorced and had (I think) two kids – so he was not unexposed to the facts of life. The first time they went grocery shopping together, she grabbed a box of Kotex and tossed it in the cart. He was horrified: “Don’t put those in with the FOOD!!!”
(2) A few summers ago we spent a wickedly hot weekend camping. As we were packing up at the end, I looked at the cooler half-full of lovely ice water, and then at our feet, which were like hot, dirty bricks. I asked Mr. S if he thought the idea of putting our filthy feet into a container that would presumably continue to be used for food storage was disgusting, and he (bless his heart) said, “Why? We’re gonna wash it, right?” That icy cold soak was lovely, though we did get some funny looks.
Put me down for not squicked, although oddly enough I never could bring myself to put my feet back into my Winnie-the-Pooh slippers that the dog had deliberately pooped in.
We had a barf pot too. Seems perfectly reasonable, since not only would it be washed, its next use would involve boiling water, anyway.