Reason for divorce? Well, your honor, it’s like this, it was the shower doors…

Chris and I finally have two working showers, two working toilets, and one working sink. The second sink will be installed tomorrow. I’m so ECSTATIC about having TWO showers and TWO toilets, I’m not too concerned with the whole ‘missing sink’ part.

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.’