But there’s a problem - those stupid shower doors.
As I mentioned before, we had to buy plain glass shower doors – a cleaning nightmare. Hey, when you don’t have a choice, you don’t have a choice. Each morning, the last person out of the shower spends 4.67 minutes squeegeeing the glass. Yup. I timed it.
4.67 minutes shivering in the shower while listening to the ‘EEEEEEK, SQUEEEEEEK, SCRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEECH’ sounds of the squeegee.
It’s enough to drive anyone mad.
Mad enough to wake up at any time necessary to be the first in and out of the shower. Mad enough to trip/kick/hit your husband on his way to the bathroom and lock him out. Mad enough to shout, ‘HA HA! SUCKER! Beat you again! Squeegee duty for you!!’.
‘When did our marriage start its downhill plunge? Well your honor, that would be September 8th, the day I went to Target and bought a squeegee.’
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5 comments:
Won't be long before you don't care that there are a few water spots on your doors:)
You know, don't you, that Michael is shouting hallelujah's because he doesn't hve to worry about the sound of the you know what. Ah life...........
If his shower wasn't so darn ugly, I'd put shower doors in his bathroom to just to share the misery!
Just wait till it gets to be 25 degrees in the morning. Now THAT'S shivering!
I'm with Nicole, eventually a few spots won't bother you :-).
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