Vince and I do not use the same bathrooms . . never have and hope we never do! This afternoon I walked past his bathroom and as I glanced in . . what did I see in his shower?
I stopped in my tracks and went to explore. The vision of Vince dancing around in the shower wearing a tutu was almost too much for me to handle.
This wasn’t looking too good and then I remembered that Vince had told me his back scrubber had come apart. Whew! I surely was glad he had told me about that back scrubber.