Ladies and gentlemen, has this ever happened to you?
You're in the shower, blissfully scrubbing your crevices. The water is the perfect temperature: not a bit of it cold, but not too hot that you're receiving first degree burns. You finish your shower, turn the nozzle off, fling back the curtains...
And realize that the towel is way the hell over on the other side of the room.
It feels like a mile! And you are going to have to haul your wet ass (not to mention your other naughty bits) out of the shower, walk all the way across the room, drip water everywhere, grab the damn towel off the toilet bowl seat, scurry like a weasel back to the shower, dry yourself off, and then find some way to clean up the puddles of ooze that you've created all over the floor.
These are the days that I wish the floor of my bathroom was made out of a soft squishy sponge. That would soak it all up, right? Who cares about all the mold that would collect underneath...I was raised to be pretty, not practical.
Grumble grumble...happy start of the week-end, everyone! And a special tip of the hat to my friend dreamcowgirl! She was one of my first LJ friends here, and one of the few that I've actually ever met in person, and she rarely ever goes on here any more, but you never know...anyway, happy birthday, girl!
See you all on Monday. Five Live Journal posts in one week...wow, I can't remember the last time I did that...