Thursday, July 27, 2006

The Cranky Shower Controls Your Destiny

*taps shower knob/shoulder* Hi shower. How are you today? I just woke up, but in my dreams I dreamed about you being nice to me. I dreamed of cleansing my soul under your pure waters.

I know this has made Gawker, but this post on the 'tempermental shower' by "The Assimilated Negro" (his moniker, not mine) is so dead on. I have the same battle every day, minus the racial taunting.

(And, apropos of nothing, why is it that whenever I bring my laundry to the wash and fold, it always comes back missing at least one sock?)

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