Usually I wake up to something like this.
Or this.
But this morning, despite cat noses in the eye, I just couldn’t quite wake up and we’re meeting my dad and Diana in Seattle later to go hear Beethoven’s 9th at Benaroya Hall.
Normally, I take a nice leisurely bath to soothe my aching bones, but, given that we actually needed to get going, I decided on a shower.
When I take a bath, I usually clean out the tub with the shower head first. This works quite well, except that it leaves behind a shower drip.
A cold drip that hits just every now and then, startling me in the soothing bath. Or, even worse, landing right on top of the page I’m reading. Recently, I came up with a brilliant way to get around this. There’s a little hook to the right of the shower. If I dangle the shower head from the hook, the leak goes down the side of the shower, missing me.
Yesterday, I did this, all according to plan, noticing that Barrett had put a new head on the shower and left it on super spray. Perfect for cleaning out the tub. Huzzah, Barrett!
Today, I forgot all about it. And I was cold. So I thought it would be wise to spend some more time in my pajamas and to turn the shower on to get it all heated up before I got in.
Except that, having forgot about the day before, I also forgot that I’d left the shower hanging to the side on super jet spray, so when I turned it on–
–it was pointed straight at me.
In super spray mode.
It hit me in my jammies with a not-yet-heated-up-ice-cold-jet-that-was-like-a-fireman’s-hose and was so strong it pushed me back into the bathroom door.
That’s how I woke up with morning.
Love to you all,
Bridget
LOL. Wonderful story, beautifully told. I hope you are enjoying the symphony!
Brr! I hope you were able to warm up quickly, and I hope the symphony was fantastic!
Nothing worse than cold water spraying you. I hope the rest of the day was better for you.