Day 5- Rub a Dub Dub

When I started to clean and organize my room on Saturday, I found many things that I had forgotten I owned. Two such items were rose scented bath confetti and jasmine bubble bath. So last night, in an attempt to relax, I decided to have a mammoth, marathon bath. It had been months since I'd had an actual bath.

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                                       Because bubble baths all look like this, right? Wrong.

It made it more than just a bubble bath. I set up my computer so I could catch up on my television shows. I was determined not to just soak. I was going to luxuriate.

I began with the red bath confetti. A word to the wise: confetti is a very particular word, and it engenders particular ideas about your product. Unless it is light, clean, and belongs in a pinata,  do not label something confetti. It came in a little plastic tube. I thought they were little red circles, but when I dumped them out into the water, it turned out that they were hearts. Awkward for my bath, but I accepted it. And I figured that they'd just float around on the top of the water. They smelled good, like roses. But they didn't just float around. They stuck to the walls of the tub. They stuck to me. And they disintegrated into a rose-smelling, red goop, which felt like ick and tasted worse. I didn't mean to taste it. It just happened.

At that point, I just wanted to make it go away. But it was EVERYWHERE. My legs were red,  and somehow the bathtub wall was covered in it. The rose smell had gotten worse, and I couldn't breath. I couldn't even watch Game of Thrones. It was that bad.

All I wanted to do was have an actual bubble bath. But I knew that if I added the bubble bath now, I'd be sitting chin high in a pile of red nastiness that pretended to be bubbles.

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                                              And who wants to take a bath in this? Anyone?

So I emptied the bathtub and scrubbed myself clean of the horrible goop. And then, I filled it again, this time using the jasmine bubble bath. This was the answer to all my bathtub prayers. It foamed up just like in the movies, like in the baths of yore. And was finally able to relax and watch my shows, covered in mountains of white fluff. The only drawback, other than falling asleep in the tub in the middle of the night: when the bubbles popped they became this weird kind of lotion, and I ended up having to take a shower afterwards, when all the hot water was gone. So in the end, it wasn't relaxing at much as bracing, but it was fun. And fun is fun.


Ancient Greek Tally- 5/102