Happiness: New Blue Foam in the Outhouse

Of course, I have to follow a serious political post by Flic with something far less weighty.

Yes, it's about time for another poop post. Okay, only tangentially, but as you might glimpse from the photo at right, the outhouse is involved so we can connect the dots here.

Blue foam, for those of you that read FBH from places where you take care of business indoors and flush afterwards, is the outhouse seat material par none if one lives in a place that drops into the minus 40s in the winter. Many parts of a person will be cold on those winter nights, but at least your butt isn't going to sitting down on a minus 40 degree wooden or plastic seat.

That stuff is, like, temperature neutral.

Life events that demand fresh blue foam in the outhouse:

• 2007: The visit by the sort of in-laws
• 2008: An impending baby shower

As the installer of the new foam, I took the liberty of, uh, taking it for a test drive. With the addition of a new fly strip and replacements for the old Adbusters and Harper's magazines, it is a not an altogether unpleasant experience out there.

Unless you take into account the ever increasing number of mosquitos.