My friend Lori told me that a friend of hers from work started to tell her a story once and he started by saying “I was thinking about you in the shower this morning…” . I don’t even think she remembered the rest of the conversation, I think it was completely innocent, but you can bet that this became a running joke.
So, really, I was thinking about you guys in the shower this morning. Well, not so much you as much as I was thinking about something I wanted to tell you.
I am at my parents house and I was bathing in my parents bathroom when it hit me.
My Mom’s shower is as big as my entire master bathroom.
I’m not complaining (mostly). I have a big house, in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs of a great city. But my mom has a huge shower and I have a relatively small master bathroom.
And as I was walking around in my parent’s shower (it really is big) I realized that was roughly the size of my bathroom.
I think I would feel a lot worse about it if my living room wasn’t bigger than the apartment that Gabe and I lived in when we were first married.
It was a small apartment. We have a big living room.
And now you know why I was thinking about you guys in the shower. It wasn’t dirty. Get your minds out of the gutter. Perverts.