Showering, arm eating crocs and serenading feather dusters.
I whip open the shower curtain when I’m done with my shower. That is, if it was even closed entirely to begin with. The cold air doesn’t bother me. Every woman I’ve ever dated closes the bathroom door and practically platic-seals herself in the shower and when done, only reluctantly reaches a hand out enough to grope for a towel before disappearing back behind the curtain like the Wizard of Oz. When Boss would get done with a shower, I’d walk into a room full of steam and the mirror would be weeping. And she’d still be shivering.
2. There was some kid on the Today show whose arm was torn off by a crocodile when he went swimming…at night. Every time I hear one of these stories, I wonder why the person went swimming someplace where there are crocs. It has never even occurred to me to do that. It isn’t like you see people on the Discovery channel peacefully swimming with them like you do with some sharks. Pretty much everyone avoids them. They’re hard enough to spot but to go at night just seems to be asking for trouble. Or, in this kids case, a bionic arm.
3. I saw this ad yesterday and did a double take when I saw the feather duster peek out behind the leg of one of the mariachi band members.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
October 13th, 2008 at 9:02 am
I can’t believe that kid got a bionic arm. If you go swimming where there are crocs, then get bitten by one, maybe you SHOULDN’T HAVE AN ARM.
October 13th, 2008 at 11:32 am
I whip it open, too. Considering the size of my ass, I’m amazingly comfortable nude. My parents, the freaking hippies, used to walk from the shower to their room towel-less after a shower and I can remember, even in my teens sitting on the side of the bathtub talking to my Dad while he had a soaky bath. It’s helped me be very comfortable with myself but apparently we’re the exception not the rule. We won’t even talk about open bathroom doors – also apparently a weird thing. I am down with the steamy – have to have a wicked hot shower. And I will wrap myself quickly if it’s cold. But I don’t get the whole idea of covering up before you even step onto the bath rug (what are they for then?) or taking your clothes in the bathroom to dress).
LOL – Love the feather duster.
October 13th, 2008 at 10:08 pm
1. I have the best bathroom in the world. I no longer have a shower curtain–now I have a walk-in shower…it’s about 4 1/2 x 7 1/2. I also have a heated floor. My bathroom is toaaaasty. I looooove it. My husband built it for me, which is why I don’t leave his ass on days like this. Whoops, did I just say that?
2. I’m with Avitania on this one. Sorry kid, you’re too dumb to own an arm. At the very most they should have given him one of those crappy ones with pincers on the end. “It wasn’t me! It was the one-armed man!”
3. Heh. I get the mariachi version of this song stuck in my head all the time. It makes me laugh.
PT–It’s weird to pee with the door open? Whoops again. I also don’t get the whole take the clothes into the bathroom thing. Even after you dry off, it’s steamy in there, so you’re still kind of damp…how do you get dressed? Naw, it just doesn’t work. Plus I have my whole morning routine, and that would just jam up my mojo.
October 13th, 2008 at 10:13 pm
That is exactly what I think when watching the stories of the guys who got their arm/leg bit off by an alligator/shark/etc. And usually they say they will surf/swim with the gators/sharks again. Because, you know – they still have that other arm left. Them’s good eats.
October 14th, 2008 at 11:29 am
I’m a shower peeper – I peep out after the shower and grab my towels – one for my hair and one to wrap myself in. I dry off a bit and then get out. Usually this only happens in the winter time, however. Summer time I’m completely on the opposite end of the spectrum.
I’m going to play devil’s advocate here. How do WE know that this kid knew this was croc infested waters? HMMM? Did the Today show say he knew?
And Instigator makes me laugh.
October 18th, 2008 at 11:57 am
I’m another hippy bred, child of the 70′s. My parents walked around naked all the time, and even though I’m POSITIVE nobody really wants to see me au naturel I do it anyway.
I get out and wrap up my hair, but I like the feeling of the air on my skin after a hot shower. I take my showers blisteringly hot, and the Mister is sure I’m trying to boil myself… so I like the cool down afterwards.
I think showers should be like sex… very hot and over with quickly. I don’t have the patience to linger around and luke warm is not acceptable.
Oh, that story about the boy reminds me of a Utube video I saw once with some guy getting his head bit by a croc in one of those hillbilly crocodile ‘wrasslin’ side shows because he actually pulled open it’s mouth and stuck his head in there. Then he was all… “gee whiz I ain’t gots no idear why he done bit down like that!” For craps sake… I want to say, “because you smell like lunch idiot!”
October 20th, 2008 at 8:35 am
Avitania – It’s like rewarding a kid for pushing a friend off a cliff by getting him an even cooler friend. heh.
PT-LawMom – You and another commenter (Tiffany) both have the hippie parents. High-five on being a shower curtain whipper opener!
KT – The heated floor…I’m envious! Regarding the open bathroom door: I’ve heard that once you have kids, that business as usual.
Instigator – I guess you get four chances, huh?
QTMama – Okay, I have to confess, I don’t recall if they said he knew there were crocs. But commmeee onnn – what are the chances he was *shocked* to find a croc in the water? right? People in those areas usually have an idea. Not like he was from North Dakota. heh.
Tiffany – You and PT, man, children of the hippies! Okay, the showers like sex thing was hilarious. For real?? I’m going to go find that video on youtube!
October 20th, 2008 at 11:16 am
The heated floor is the DEAL. ‘My’ bathroom is in the basement, so it was pretty much a necessity. When we finished that side of the basement we put the radiant heat in front of the couch as well. It rules.
I don’t have kids myownself, but my kid-having friends have pretty much lost all privacy and sense of bathroom dignity. Price you pay, I guess.