There are some who don't like me to blog about showering.
To those persons, I apologize for this post.
I must tend to shower right before I blog because I did a search on my blogs...it turned up no fewer than 8 instances of my referring to being in the shower.
I think while I'm in the shower.
And then I blog.
I can't help it.
In this evenings showering episode I came to this realization...
When I wash my hair I wipe the soap from my eyes in a super hurry so I can open them to make sure no one is sneaking up on me.
Sometimes this is for the same reason as the irrational fears that I mentioned here...for example, there may be a deranged psycho standing outside my shower prepared to wrap me in my shower curtain and stuff me in a freezer the moment I close my eyes to rinse.
But usually it's because I'm waiting for Matt to dump a glass of ice cold water onto my head and I need to a.) see the glass of water coming and b.) have a free hand ready to keep the ice-coldiness off as much of my body as possible.
It's a twisted game we play.
I usually win.
B
2 comments:
Ask dad about the ultimate shower game, I won:) And today I feel like this last picture! FAB photos, don't know this kid but yet another one I NEED to hang on my wall. Especially photos one and two, PERFECT.
How about you need to c.) have a free hand to smack Matt upside the head. ? Why wasn't that an option?! One time I stood on the toilet and scared my hubby while he was showering. Will NEVER do that again!!!! He about killed me!
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