I have this weird fascination with BEDPANS.
Yes, you did indeed read that correctly.
It’s not a collection that I talk about very often because I don’t want to be put in the “weirdo” category from the get-go.
It started about 20-some years ago when I was planning a party for our church youth group.
I bought the bedpan (my first) at a flea market for $5 and soaked it in bleach for about a week.
I thought those goofy middle school boys would think it funny to grab potato chips from my bedpan bowl. Nope, not a single chip was eaten that night.
So then I was stuck with this bedpan…until I found him a friend…and then more friends.
Pretty soon I had a good stack of them and they’ve been part of my bathroom decor ever since.
It’s fun to wait in line when making a bedpan purchase.
No one dares to make small talk or ask what you’re gonna use it for.
They take a quick glance down at what’s in your hand and quickly look away – making sure they don’t make eye contact.
That’s when I’m full of giggles inside – I can’t help it, that’s what weirdos do.
