9:30 p.m.

• So I was taking a shower earlier this evening when the better half said, “I’ll join you.” Oh boy. Now in the movies you see those steamy shower scenes where the people involved are passionately embraced and doing a number of things that would, in the real world, result in one (or both) of them saying, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”

And just what happened this time around? The same thing that always takes place. When I take a shower, I move all her shampoo/body wash/etc. off the shelve thingys and onto the bathroom sink. I then take my few toiletry items and put them on those shelf thingys. (Keep in mind that we also have a holder thing around the shower head that – surprise – holds even more of her shit.)

Well I was just about done doing my thing when she says “I’m coming in.” She enters with all those shower items in hand and tries to put them on the shelf thingys, where my stuff was. There was one problem. She was at the wrong end of the bathtub and I was blocking her way. Then she starts complaining that I’m taking up all the water. Look, our bath station is just a regular hub. There’s no room. Then when she was exposed to some H2O, there was the ever-predictable “OMG how can you stand it so hot?”

How long have we lived together? And how many times have you seen me come out of the shower with just the reddish of hues on my chest?

Fortunately, I was finishing up my shower time, and after another minute or so I got the hell out of there. Look, I have nothing against co-showering, but this ain’t the movies. This is real life. Speaking of real life, here was a post of mine at the other place that is sorta related to today's subject material. Keep in mind this post was in the Sex folder in a thread titled "Okay PIT, what is your favorite, way to..." You've been warned.

Actually, the reason I only do a limited number of positions is because someone will end up getting hurt otherwise. About 1-2 weeks ago the better half was on top and decided to try something different. I have no idea what she was trying to accomplish (well, I knew what she wanted the desired outcome to be, but anyway) and I think she was trying for a different angle up there. All of a sudden she slipped and fell, landing on her right ankle. I bust out laughing and got slapped on the chest; the session was pretty much over after that.

 

The next day her ankle was still bothering her to the point where she thought something was seriously wrong. She called the doctor and spent that day using these crutches she got years ago when she hurt her ankle (she hurt herself that time with her clothes on). Of course, a few days later the pain went away (like I said it would) and she called off her appointment.