disappointment city
Mar. 21st, 2006 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideFor days now I've been obsessed with taking a bath. I think it's because the tub in the hall bath is so enormous that it just seemed like the thing to do. And dammit sometimes I just want to be a girl.
But I kept forgetting bubble bath. And Lush products take a year to get here and I don't have that kind of patience. And since I've never really tried them, I didn't want to buy them, wait a month, and then be dissatisfied. Just GRR.
So tonight, while at the market, I picked up a terry-cloth covered bath pillow and some... bath confetti Bubble bath. To me a bath requires bubbles, so all the bath salts and bath oils and unguents do not appeal. There must be Doris Day level of bubbles.
I came home, had dinner, and filled the tub with hot hot hot water and threw in the confetti. It...bubbled. A bit. And turned the water grey. Hrm. I got in. The hot water felt nice. The tub is super wide, but I didn't realize that it's not particularly deep. So, not so great. I did have a fun girlie book with me. In my hot, grey water thing with rapidly diminishing bubbles. And as always, I was kind of bored. I read, but I was paranoid about dropping the book in the tub. It smelled okay but I mean, I was just sitting in a tub of hot water. Woo.
I suppose it's nice that my skin feels softer than if I'd just showered and briskly toweled off.
The funniest part turned out to be Hobbsie's wrath. He was furious. He sat next to the tub and let out the bitchiest meows in history. He would put his paws up on the edge, and stand, but realize that the ledge was narrow and on the other side was water. He would sit back down, give me a filthy look and yowl. Hee. He doesn't appreciate restricted access to moi. So I would meow back at him, and he would give off a pissy yowl, and well that part was kinda fun.
I feel like I'm doing something wrong. Or maybe this is just not going to happen and I need to let it go.
But I kept forgetting bubble bath. And Lush products take a year to get here and I don't have that kind of patience. And since I've never really tried them, I didn't want to buy them, wait a month, and then be dissatisfied. Just GRR.
So tonight, while at the market, I picked up a terry-cloth covered bath pillow and some... bath confetti Bubble bath. To me a bath requires bubbles, so all the bath salts and bath oils and unguents do not appeal. There must be Doris Day level of bubbles.
I came home, had dinner, and filled the tub with hot hot hot water and threw in the confetti. It...bubbled. A bit. And turned the water grey. Hrm. I got in. The hot water felt nice. The tub is super wide, but I didn't realize that it's not particularly deep. So, not so great. I did have a fun girlie book with me. In my hot, grey water thing with rapidly diminishing bubbles. And as always, I was kind of bored. I read, but I was paranoid about dropping the book in the tub. It smelled okay but I mean, I was just sitting in a tub of hot water. Woo.
I suppose it's nice that my skin feels softer than if I'd just showered and briskly toweled off.
The funniest part turned out to be Hobbsie's wrath. He was furious. He sat next to the tub and let out the bitchiest meows in history. He would put his paws up on the edge, and stand, but realize that the ledge was narrow and on the other side was water. He would sit back down, give me a filthy look and yowl. Hee. He doesn't appreciate restricted access to moi. So I would meow back at him, and he would give off a pissy yowl, and well that part was kinda fun.
I feel like I'm doing something wrong. Or maybe this is just not going to happen and I need to let it go.
