Fog Of Solace
My two readers might already know this but I will live with two men (NO, not that way. Get your mind out of the gutter. Geez). The testosterone has a tendency to choke me at times. Sometimes I need to relax. One of the ways I do that is escaping to the Wal-mart (ooh shiny) or by taking a shower.
I close and lock the door, turn on the water, and let the steam envelope me into a fog of solace. My tense muscles relax, my muddled mind goes blank. Ahhhh bliss.
KNOCK.KNOCK.KNOCK.
"HEY! Can you open the door. I gotta go."
Crap.
The fog breaks. I am brought back to reality by an overactive bladder.
I close and lock the door, turn on the water, and let the steam envelope me into a fog of solace. My tense muscles relax, my muddled mind goes blank. Ahhhh bliss.
KNOCK.KNOCK.KNOCK.
"HEY! Can you open the door. I gotta go."
Crap.
The fog breaks. I am brought back to reality by an overactive bladder.
That seems funny. Couldn't help but laugh there. Great blog. :)
ReplyDeleteLol so true!
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