For all my complaining

about having to learn to use a squatter, I must confess that I no longer get the public restroom heebie jeebies.

Oh, and I have amazing thigh strength and calf flexibility. You squat practically to the ground with your heels flat and then stand up with nothing to hold on to...amazing stuff.

Now, if I could just remember to take my stupid hand towel into the bathroom so I can dry my hands after washing them without leaving the telltale prints on the front of my jeans...