I've been busy lately. Like REAL busy. My "day job" clients all get restless to fulfill their new year's resolutions to finish jobs--by way of me, naturally. And I've been kinda spacey, 'cause that's how I get during these periods. I noticed it today.
You see, I just had to shower twice. Not because of some untimely spill or nasty twist of fate, or even something grossing me out real bad. I had to shower twice because I forgot to finish my first shower.
Yes. That's right. I FORGOT how to take a freakin' shower!
I got out of shower 1, merrily combing my hair and applying body cream and reailized...hmmmm. I don't remember shaving...hey, wait! I don't remember WASHING.
Yes, my friends. I'm 42 years old and have been showering without adult intervention for many, many years now. But I forgot one of the integral steps. Washing!
When I was finished laughing at myself, I hopped back in, finished my shower, and vowed to take a little time off this evening. Evidently, I'm preoccupied and could use a change of pace.
