I think I just set a new record for taking the longest shower without actually accomplishing anything. The point of my shower was to scrub off the paint that had accumulated during an 8-hour painting stint at my friend's new house. When I got out of the shower, I realized that at least 75% of the paint was still on me. Yet my fingers and toes were starting to turn pruney, thus indicating a somewhat lengthy shower outing.
You see, the shower (and this may be too much information for some of you, so I encourage you to stop reading now if this is going to embarrass you) is where I practice telling my stories. It helps me to remember them so that I can re-tell them to others while minimizing the number of times my tongue gets all tangled up over my words (which is inevitably going to happen anyway, since it is ME we're talking about). As it turns out, the stories in my head tonight were funny enough that I couldn't stop laughing...to myself...in the shower...at 11 pm. To top it all off, I've been out of the shower for less than 10 minutes and I can't even remember what I was laughing at.
Bummer dude.
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I wish I could've been there...you know to help wash your back and listen to your stories. :)
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