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We went down into town this morning, as there was a street fair, and it’s a good way to get out of the house and wear Voldemort out a bit so that he actually sleeps at nap time.

We wandered for a while, and then decided it was way too freaking hot to do this, so we went out to a restaurant instead. We’ve been there before, but not for a long long while, so aside from remembering that they had good burgers and a lot of Elvis paraphanelia, I must have blocked something very important out.

See, the bathroom, which is tiny btw, is plastered with Elvis pictures, Elvis paintings…and a life size cardboard cutout of Elvis.

Because the bathroom is so tiny, when you sit on the toilet, your knees are inches from the King. Disturbing, a little, especially when you look up at his face with your nervous smile and realize that he is WATCHING YOU. His eyes are very clearly looking down at the person trying to pee.

It only gets worse when you stand up and flush, then hear him say “Thank you very much.”