I’ve been meaning to post something about this for a few days now but all of the house stuff has really been in the forefront. Anyway, the other day I took a shower in our new master bath, and was marveling at how wonderful everything was. What do you call those, cobblestones? I don’t know what the fuck they’re called, but that’s what’s on the floor of the shower, and I was like, wow, this is really nice on the feet, the showerhead was gentle but firm (like my poop) and everything just works, and it was nice.
So I go to get out and, woop, foot slid a bit on the floor, ooh, we probably need something there just to be safe and then I look over and…
Who the hell is that?
Seriously? That’s what I look like?
The first thing I thought of was an old rendering of Jabba the Hutt from one of those “art of Jedi” things, where Jabba actually had legs and walked around and stuff. I mean, really? I didn’t know parts of my body folded like that.
Man, I gotta lose some weight.
So the moral of the story is, if you’ve been living with your in-laws for two years and you buy a new house and take a shower and look in the mirror and expect to see something good, man, you’re wrong.