So, this morning I was standing in the shower, pondering the great mysteries of life. You know, the pyramids, the disappearance of the Mayan civilization, how do cats purr...
Who am I kidding. I was actually worried that if I always follow the same wash pattern in the shower, will one side of my body always be cleaner? See, I always lather up my poof and scrub my left arm first. Then move to my right. So, do you think my left arm gets more soap? If that's the case, my right arm should be washed first since I am right handed.
Anyway, so my mind was obviously proccupied when I finished my shower and realized I had washed the towels. *sigh*
No matter, Dorkfish's towel was there and mostly dry. Typically, I don't use ANYONE'S towel, even my husband's. Why? Because even though their body was clean, how can you ensure that the spot you are drying your face with wasn't the exactsamespot they dried their butt? *ick*
Just as I put the towel to my face, I realized it was damp.
But Dorkfish hasn't showered today?
In fact, he hasn't showered since he got home from his trip late last night.
So, who's towel is.....
My father-in-law is visiting.
Who knew bleach wipes could work as face cloths?!....