Well, here we are again. It’s been awhile since I’ve last written, hasn’t it? Well, hate to admit it, but…MY INTERNET DOESN’T TURN ON UNTIL 3PM. lol. Anyway, just yesterday we went down to Lake Michigan to watch the fireworks. (P.S. this is gonna be a short one, my internet turns off at 8 and it’s 7:56) So I obviously have to go check out the bathrooms, although they’re the same ones for the past who-knows-how-long. Port-o-potties. My favorite to rate. Whatever. Here’s the rating, in case you’re getting bored and want to know:

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On Monday, Memorial Day, the family went out to Grandma and Grandpa Turk’s house. Then we left, for the Mineshaft. I left to check out the bathrooms before our food came, but I really didn’t go to the bathroom. I have to go in 2 minutes, so I’m not going to get into it, but this bathroom has a rating of:

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Only a day ago, Saturday, I visited the ‘authentic’ Dairy Queen. That’s what adults say. In adult language, authentic means old, smelly, and dirty. Also filled with old people. To my sister, old people are a bad thing. They aren’t necessarily a bad thing, but sometimes they kind of go on too much about ‘Oh, back when I was little…’. So I was disgusted. The bathrooms were:

• Moldy (EW!)
• Not a lot of toilet paper.
• The sink had a hole in it for the drain.
• The soap dispenser was empty.
• There was a garbage can right in the center of the room. what the heck?!?!?

So. I give this bathroom:

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Welcome to www.bathroomratings.wordpress.com! I rate bathrooms. Almost anywhere I go, I have to check out the restrooms. It started when I was 10. I went into the bathroom of a restaurant. It was disgusting. So I said to the rest of the family when I got back, “That bathroom has a rating of 1 star!”. Ever since then, I’ve been obsessive about walking into a store’s bathroom and rating it. Check it out.