Censored Madness

I get myself into this kind of overly ambitious mess all the time. But there are rewards, i suppose. Like getting to snap and share photos... if you have a husband who is willing to dig the camera out of the diaper bag and come into the sloppy w.c. to play the role of photographer.*

So here.
This picture was crying out from the depths of digital memory logging,
"Share me!"

You *can* hear that, can't you?!

(*photo credit: J. Schmizzle)