I know. I was supposed to continue my story about #pinkpants, but, if I’m being honest, I’m a little apprehensive. Instead, I will tell you about my Sunday. I spent the day trying to pack and get ready to spend Christmas in Texas. So, I decided to wash my sheets. But as I passed the kitchen, I stopped to grab some dishcloths. The next thing I know, I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the old linoleum kitchen floor. I had to let the floor dry, so I headed to my bedroom to put my nice Eddie Bauer flannel polar bear sheets. (I highly recommend Eddie’s super soft flannel sheets. I love them so much that I bought a second pair!) https://tinyurl.com/22s4kx9n That was when I noticed the giant mound of sheets and clothes behind me. I turned around, headed to the laundry roo

Okay, I’m not really liking that story. But I do want to tell you this story. I went ahead and decided to wash my hair Sunday. (I’m hoping it’ll still be good Wednesday when I fly out.) As I am about to shave my legs, I slipped.. just a tiny bit. I swear, I didn’t touch that stupid shower curtain, but it started to fall. It precedes to drop to the floor. (My tub/shower is raised about a foot and a half off the floor. I think it’s because of freezing pipes, but I’m not positive. I DO know it’s a chore getting in and out. I’ll have to take a video later.) Bottom line? It’s not easy to grab the rod and put it back in place.

Now I had water spraying on the floor and on top of my shower curtain. I went to move the showerhead to the left, but as I did that, the ENTIRE showerhead fell off!! I’m NOT making this up. The showerhead was attached to my water filter. (The water here is super soft, and my hair never felt clean until I purchased the filter.) Now I have hot water streaming out of a tiny hole. I found my showerhead on the drain, and looked at the stupid plumber tape I had wrapped around the top. It always leaked out a little because… well, I’m not a plumber, and I’m not made to install showerheads….obviously. This reminds me I NEVER got ..

Oh my gosh, now my brain is telling me to write you a MUCH better story. It’s when Stephanie and I went on a walk that started out fun, but one hundred hours and fifty miles later, it wasn’t. (Hyperboles are fine, right?) Maybe I’ll tell you that story tomorrow. Here are a few teaser pics, including the one above where I finally ended up on the side of the road, not even a half mile from my house, unable to walk another step. 🙂

And I found something really cool!