Sunday, February 10, 2013

Have a bath in my own house

I love my apartment.  Windows on three sides.  Easy access to the Uni and downtown.  A dungeon basement where I can do my laundry (albeit sans hot water ... was told that "no one" in Fredericton uses hot water anymore ... oh ... I kinda like things in hot water ... but whateves ...)  And the perfect amount of space for yours truly and her furry man friend.

I love my space here.  So what if it doesn't have enough counter space for cooking ... that just means I don't cook.  I have a living room that is just screaming out for a dance party and people to fall asleep with the cat under the laundry rack. Just saying ...

The only downfall ... the shower!

I have had people come to visit who have somehow managed to never set foot in it their whole visit (not naming names but there are more than three!!)  Samps was brave enough to enter and then compared it to "being buried alive" and having the water hit her like shards of glass. 





Yes ... questions now start as to who designed this lovely thing ... certainly not me.  I had an old lover (that's for you Sweet one!) help me with the curtain but it is still not the optimal arrangement.  (The "bullet" hole to the left is in fact a Freddy landmark - according to the Sweet ones' book!)  Much as I love this spot, I will fully admit it is not the nicest space ever.

And I said I would never crawl into that hole for a bath (who likes to bathe in their own dirty water anyways?!? My sentiments after only having a bath and no shower in Germany for one year) but for some reason tonight seemed like the right night for the right kind of wrong.  I did pull aside the curtain so I really was not being buried alive in there. 

My verdict: I sat in there for almost 6 minutes (it was about an Arcade song and a half) before jumping up for a shower.

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