Our new and fancy addition to our apartment finally arrived in our mailbox the other day. Darrin thought it would be a brilliant idea to buy a radio for our bathroom shower, and of course I concurred. Obviously shaving your legs to Beyonce is way better than shaving your legs in silence. Common sense, people. So we bought a radio for the shower, and our little radio has been meeting allll of our shower radio expectations. Which, after a few mornings of shampooing my hair to T-Swift, means that it’s still functioning. Expectations = MET.
Have you ever been driving your car to a particular destination and, riiiiight as you’re about to park your car and turn off the engine, an awesome song comes on the radio and you just can’t leave your car (because who would leave in the middle of “Uptown Funk”? tell me. WHO?!!) until the song is finished? The song is just TOO good! Those catchy beats and melodious note sequences cannot be ignored! Resistance is futile!
Well, now I’ve got that same problem, except I’m no longer trapped in my car but in my shower. And it’s exhausting. I mean, you don’t just “turn off” Bon Jovi so you can beat the morning traffic commute. Oh NO. You stand in your shower and you wait for Mr. Jovi to finish “Livin’ On A Prayer” while you pray and hope that your shower radio doesn’t blast another great, shower-trapping song because you just don’t have any more time to jam, Mr. Jovi. You just don’t have the time.
As they say in Yiddish: “OY VEY.”
This cozy quilted sweatshirt from the GAP (on sale!) has been making my chilly morning walks to work much more bearable. Sure, I may be a few minutes late (I see you, shower radio…), but at least I’m walking in warm. These darn Minnesota winters are warming you up one day and then freezing your face off the next. Quick trip to Hawaii, anyone??