Shower Stall Sharing

In real life I am quite the TMI person.  For example, if I heard someone say, "Gee, I must be a cow of late, since my crap is the colour of grass," I would most definitely laugh out loud.  I think that's funny!  Of course, not in polite company.  But, where is our polite company any longer?  I wouldn't say something like that to just anyone or in polite company myself, but to a friend or acquaintance, I might.  Often times my mind is spinning faster than I can talk, so be thankful the wiring trips up along the way . . . I do open my mouth to change feet embarrassingly frequently.

My thoughts go everywhere while I'm in the shower.  So, today, I thought I'd (maybe) amuse by what was plunking through the cranium this morning:

• Do you know why old folks never throw anything away and make collections of things like soap, toothpaste, and such-like?  (as I looked a the Sally Hansen foot scrub, recollecting that I got it just as we moved in to this house over 1.5 years ago . . . when does this expire?  I hardly ever use it, but there's the 50% more free not being used . . . I need to put it in the bin, there's soap scum all over it . . . blah blah blah).  I think old folks buy stuff on sale . . . they're hopeful, at any rate, that they'll live to use all the stuff they store up.  I don't think they forget about any of it.  They know it's there.  I think they realize it's wasted money and keep it out of guilt.  Just my two cents - hardly worth mulling this stuff over in the shower, is it?
• (As I was drying off my arm) . . . I'm fearfully and wonderfully made . . . it's such a shame, in a way, that this body (although perfectly functioning, but imperfect in other ways) is going to waste away.  However, I'm grateful to have every limb and that they are in working order (even if a bit chunky here, dented there, scared hither and tither, and so on).  I appreciate what God has made.
• I'm really cold and I must get out of here and dress quickly so I can rummage around in the kitchen for something to eat.  If I eat I may get sick . . . if I don't eat, sickness is a certainty.  I can always cancel the appointment . . . I don't have to go to the orthodontist.  But, I should . . . nothing to be anxious about at all . . . they're just going to give my old gob a good look-see and I get to leave.  30 minutes tops!  I can do this!

Ugh, it's almost 9:30 . . . I have to leave soon.  God, please help me keep it together!  Amen.

Nothing too scandalous, see?  But, my thoughts go all over in the shower.  I'll never go too TMI with them here, but I thought this could be a fun feature here at Harbor of Aloha.

Share your shower thoughts, if you want.