It must be wonderful to be single, not have daughters, and have running water? If you’re anything like me, you step into your much needed shower- blindly! I don’t check to see if all my STUFF is in there?? It should be? I left it in there?
After all these years, you’d think I’d learn. New house, new shower stall, so new that I can’t seem to remember if I push or pull to get in. I figure I’ve got a 50-50 shot, and I ALWAYS get it wrong, so that’s how it starts out.
Then the water is on and we’re off to the races! YES! That hot water feels Great! It all starts to go downhill from there…because now I’m wet- and I’m looking for the shampoo which is NOT there. I LEFT it there? Ok… I’m dealing with this, and decide in a split second, that I can do without shampoo for one day, as I reach for the NON EXISTANT SOAP. Now- I’m PISSED.
I’m basically standing in hot water with nothing to do. I’m picturing their shower stall- fully equipped with all my shower stuff! FUMING is where I’m at, at that point.
I decide to get out. What’s the point of staying in?? I reach for my NON EXISTANT TOWEL. ROYALLY PISSED, is my state of mind. Now What?? All girls are at the other end of the house, enjoying themselves, I might add,… they won’t hear me screaming… so I shake myself off like my dog, step out and find Paper Towels to dry myself off with! There’s absorption?
Lucky for the human race, I have a very short term memory, so by the time I’m dry, dressed, make up is on, and I walk to the other end of the house to see the girls, … I’ve already forgotten what I was mad about. Of course this means it happens over and over, because I never remember to tell them to put my stuff back!