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.