I am a Mormon. Well, maybe not in the technical sense, but some days I think I have three wives. You see, I have two daughters.
My eldest daughter had a sleepover last night, and the thunder caused a change in plans. The girls were going to sleep in a tent in the backyard, but decided to pitch the tent in the basement instead. The basement is where my bathroom is, and so I wouldn’t disturb the campers this morning, I showered in the upstairs bathroom. The normally “Girls Only!” bathroom.
What a difference. The shower in my bathroom contains:
- one bar of soap
- one bottle of shampoo
The shower in the upstairs bathroom contains:
- one bar of soap
- two facecloths
- three “pouffs” (is that what they’re called?)
- 12 (twelve!) bottles of assorted shampoos, body washes, face washes, shower gels, and other things I had no idea existed
And to think, in a pinch, I could do without either the shampoo or the bar of soap. For days.
