Shower Prank

I finally got around to showering at about noon today. I figure it’s Saturday—noon is great, midnight is great too. Anyway, I was really looking forward to this shower… which is abnormal in my case. You see, the majority of the time I loathe showering. Don’t get me wrong, I do shower; I just don’t particularly enjoy it. It’s just such a hassle. I mean come on, do we really need to be showering every day? Or even every other day? My answer is no.

“But my hair gets greasy…” Well yeah, that’s because you shower every day. What? Truth is if you shower daily your hair expects to be cleaned every day. Back off for a bit—maybe use some dry shampoo at the beginning—and soon enough you’ll train your hair to last longer. Truth.

“I’ll stink if I don’t shower daily!” Well, maybe. If you don’t use deodorant, go to a bonfire, have a mud fight, and such. But like hair, if you back off some on showering your body will adjust. Give yourself a “French bath” if you need for the first few days of the adjustment by spraying yourself with perfume or cologne to mask the smell.

Confession. Once upon a time in Ecuador my friends and I had a competition to see who could go the longest without showering. Third place made it to 18 days. Second place made it to 20 days. I made it to 21. Yes, I’m disgusting. My parents no longer claim me (kidding). But hey, I won. No, I haven’t done anything like that again. Still it was hilarious. And somehow I looked fantastic all 21 days. Ha.

Right. Showering. Although I’m not a fan of showering, every once in a while I want nothing more than to take a nice warm shower (or better yet a bubble bath!). Well, today was one of those days that I actually craved a shower. I’d just returned from the gym (What?! Yes, the gym.) and was rather sweaty. So I took a shower. It was heavenly. The warm water poured over my head and hair. It felt like the stress of the world was washing away.  

Well, my dear husband needed to “use the restroom”. I told him that was fine; he could come in… Nothing. No Bryan. I was concerned that he hadn’t heard me or thought I’d said he couldn’t come in. “Bryan, you can use the restroom!” I hollered again. Again, nothing. Perhaps I was too quiet? I stuck my head out from behind the shower curtain and shouted out again, “Bryan you can…..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The door flew open; Bryan was grinning and clearly giddy. Then with superhero speed and a matching superhero cup in hand, he attacked. Ice-cold water poured over my head and down my back! It was freezing! I screamed. He laughed. Still I blocked some of his assault using the shower curtain I had in hand. Water flew! Everywhere! On the ceiling, walls, mirror, toilet, and floor… it was hilarious. Then just as quick as he’d materialized, he was gone—giggling all the while. I couldn’t stop laughing. My cute prankster of a husband.

Really though, I love that man. He is fun and funny. He loves a good prank just as much as a good cuddle. He’s spontaneous, witty, and loves to play. At the same time he is the hardest worker I know and responsible beyond belief. He’s respectable and wise. He’s even a romantic and often surprises me with flowers, dinner, and so much more. Like yesterday when this lovely bouquet showed up.

Gosh I could go on and on and on and on and on and on…. I’m truly the luckiest girl in the world! Love him! You should too.

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