As is my custom, I ran headlong for the bathtub the second those little heathens were put to bed. A great bottle of bubble bath tonight, cherry flavored, must have been a good year for it, becuase it made the most delightfully frothy bubbles.
I laid in the bath, water as hot as I can stand, a billion popping bubbles floating near my chin and a book in my hands. Tres relaxing. After about half an hour I started to sweat, which is disgusting, even in a bath, so I soaped up with one hand - my book was getting really really interesting - and pulled the plug.
As the water filtered down the drain I said to myself, I'll just finish the page and then I will get out. Then it was, just to the end of this chapter until finally I came to the end of the book, realized my water was long gone and that I was freezing.
A horrible grinding, popping sound.. kind of like a long wet fart, sounded when I tried to sit up.
I had not realized that while the water was slowly draining away, a freaky suction cup accident was waiting in the wings.
Now that I have a hickey roughly the size of a saucer on the small of my back, I am wondering if I should tell hubs the truth or try and make up a lurid tale about a long trunked elephant and a rabid pack of leeches.
pee ess: pictures - mainly of Smokey, going up ASAP at the photo blawg