Sex in the shower, but not really.

She caught me by surprise, in that misty place between sleep and waking, where nothing sounds as it’s supposed to.

She said: I want a new bathroom.

I heard: I want sex in the shower.

I said: Sounds good to me.

One of us got what they wanted, the other did not.

So the people started working on the bathroom. My wife, being wife-like, wanted my input.

She said: I want your input on the color scheme and accessories.

I heard: Blah blah blah blah.

I said: All I care is that my ass can fit in the tub. The rest is up to you.

She discovered that the sinks would “clash” with the paint color and tile.

She said: I don’t know what to do.

The contractor said: Me neither, but I have suggestions.

I heard: Cash registers ringing up.

I said: Change the tile to this color, make the paint a lighter shade of same, and it will all work with the sink.

They did, it looked good enough to make the wife happy.

She said: Gosh, you’re great.

I heard: Gosh, you’re great.

I said: Huh?

It was learned that the tub might not fit into the space allotted. The bathroom is very small.

She said: I don’t know what to do.

The contractor said: We can take out this wall, but it would cost a bunch more.

I heard: Cash registers ringing up

I said: Screw that noise. Move the sink over here, take a six inches from the closet, put the crapper here and point the tub this direction.

She said: You’re a genius!

I heard: You’re a genius!

I said: Huh?

Suffice to say that much of the project went this way. Problem, whining, come to me for solution. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Positions were reversed, she was the “do what you want” person, I was the “what do you think?” person. Needless to say, it was hellish. I hate decorating and all its evil works. Despise it in fact. My idea of something that looks good is the beer keg night table that mysteriously disappeared during our move. But, eventually, the task was done, and the wife had friends over to show them the result.

They said: Wow, I didn’t think you could do so much with that crappy bathroom you had before. It looks really good. You did wonderfully!

She said: I sure did.

I heard: I sure did.

I said: Can we have sex in the shower now?

Did you at least hear “Yes” then?

Good stuff!

You’re talented, you know.

So… sex in the shower or not?

Well?? Inquiring minds want to know!

He said: I want sex in the shower.

She heard: Blah blah blah blah.

The other question is unanswered, too. So does your ass fit in the tub?

NurseCarmern, that was hilarious.

Yes, i finally got my shower booty, though it was actually tub booty. And my ass fits in the tub. For that matter, both my ass AND my wife fit in the tub.

That must be one big ass tub… :smiley:

Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub… my, how unsanitary!

It’s about time somebody did this.

We were getting really short on softcore bathroom remodelling threads around here.

Hmmmmm… three men in a tub. Wonder if ACBG would be interested in… NAH! Better not try that just yet.

welby I’m sure your remodeled bathroom is f-aaaaa-bu-lous!!! Did you catch yourself having a hissy with the plumber or the contractor? Did you agonize over towel rods and shower curtains? This could be a side of you we’ve never discovered. :stuck_out_tongue:

Your wife does donkey shows?

Sounds more like donkey showers.

Sounds like you got screwed, Welby

I almost made a donkey joke earlier but I passed. I’m glad that the opportunity did not go to waste.

No wonder no one asks about my remodeling - I didn’t work sex into it…
welby, you crack me up!

:stuck_out_tongue: Funny story

Interestingly enough, my parents are renovating parts of the house… I wonder… nahh… they couldn’t possibly… umm… could they?.. no, that’ll just be gross… i mean, parent don’t do that sort of thing… do they?..
:eek:

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

  • bangs head repeatedly against wall

must… get… image… out… of… head…

I haven’t done any…errrr…remodeling…in a while. Guess what Mr. Ruby and I will be doing when he gets home?

Woohooo!

Hot Monkey Drywall here we come!

:smiley:

What?

She had SEX with you? Not you, per se. you deserve nookie five times a day. :slight_smile: She did the nasty with you like she PROMISED?

And ruined my joke?

You know the one about, " Well, the only thing around here that is getting laid is the ceramic tile…"
How dare she.

I might have to file a complain with the Union or something. I think it is the Comedus Interruptus Form.

Swampy, I didn’t throw any hissy fits, but I was frustrated. Mainly because the only thing I agreed to was sex. Next thing I know I’m a decorator.

Shirley, of course she did. At least I think it was her, it was kind of dark in there.

The thing I find most horrifying about it is that all of my wife’s friends were saying what an excellent eye she had, what perfect colors, etc. At times I wanted to scream “All she did was pick the freaking tub!”

But that would also mean that I had to publicly acknowledge my decorating talent to people who, at thier best, can be viciously insulting.