Recently I noticed an odd cut on the Poet. Somewhere between leaving for work and returning home the toilet seat cracked into two pieces. Tragically, she discovered this the hard way.

So after we finished laughing ( to her credit she found the injury almost as sad/funny/enraging as I did ) about the predicament, it was off to a home supply store. A plethora of new shiny seats awaited. Pretty much any style seat one could imagine. As long as you like your seat white.

But I noticed something askew in the world of toilets. Most bowls can accommodate a much wider seat than what the toilet manufacturers ship with them. And as most statistics allege, in matters of bathroom survival, every inch counts. So all these years, I had been denied a proper fitting toilet seat. Nothing worse than discovering a unexpected deprivation.

So I bought the super-wide American ass seat. In white.

And somehow, everything about the number two seems better.