Hah, bet that got you attention didn’t it? It’s true though it really rained in my bathroom last night. It’s kind of a long story but here goes.
Things haven’t been going well at the Stuffy house. Lately I’ve been thinking my wife was ready to walk out. Not good. I really love this woman. Some of it was my fault (I run my own business and work horrible hours) Then there was the fire. The aftermath equaling, a new apartment, down one automobile, savings blown to shit, and an insurance company I’ll never to business with.
It’s taken it’s toll. But last night I just decided to get things back on track like we used to have them. So after the boys went to bed, I fixed the us a couple of screwdrivers, turned on the music, and we talked while I gave her a rub down with baby oil. she decided to take a shower afterwards. While she ran the hot water in the shower she came back to bed; laid her head on my lap and we talked some more. Roughly and hour later I awoke to my screaming “DAMNIT”.
We’d both fallen asleep, while the shower ran filling the bathroom with steam. Five minutes later, it was raining, right there is our bathroom. So my wife held the umbrella while I mopped, and we both giggled and made stupid jokes. I think we’ll be allright now.