Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette.
I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Day Three
No bath.
I think I'm dying. I'm beginning to hallucinate about Kohler tubs and deliveries of mountains of free bath products.
Just ask me--I'll tell you the passwords, the secret recipes, the name of the mole, anything.
I don't often get bath time right now...but I will have one in your honour. Let me know which bath product (of the ones you sent me for Christmas - except sandalwood vanilla...it's gone) you would like me to use.
Hang on a bit longer and then you can have the biggest bath blowout ever. It'll be a bath blowout so epic that tales of it will be passed down orally for generations by traveling bards.
Anonymous, I've not seen that skit, so I don't know why you're flashing back--too many drugs in the '60s, maybe?
Heather, shhhhhh--Jay wanted Sandalwood Vanilla and didn't get any for Christmas. You'll make him jealous! And really, any bath can be dedicated to me.
Scott, you will probably be utterly unsurprised to know that I was actually tempted to take the day off work and spend it in the bathtub. Sadly, I have a big time crunch at work and won't be able to do so. But you're welcome to start writing the epic poetry and auditioning some traveling bards!
6 comments:
Just hang on, Jammies. It will all be over soon.
*HUGS*
Hope your bath problems have been resolved.
Love,
Herrad
why am i flashing back to the Monty Python skit w/ Michael Palin and Terry Gilliam and "the comfy chair"?
I don't often get bath time right now...but I will have one in your honour. Let me know which bath product (of the ones you sent me for Christmas - except sandalwood vanilla...it's gone) you would like me to use.
Hang on a bit longer and then you can have the biggest bath blowout ever. It'll be a bath blowout so epic that tales of it will be passed down orally for generations by traveling bards.
Thanks, Rob. *hugs*
Herrad, I've got a week to go!
Anonymous, I've not seen that skit, so I don't know why you're flashing back--too many drugs in the '60s, maybe?
Heather, shhhhhh--Jay wanted Sandalwood Vanilla and didn't get any for Christmas. You'll make him jealous! And really, any bath can be dedicated to me.
Scott, you will probably be utterly unsurprised to know that I was actually tempted to take the day off work and spend it in the bathtub. Sadly, I have a big time crunch at work and won't be able to do so. But you're welcome to start writing the epic poetry and auditioning some traveling bards!
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