And because none of you asked, here it is.
Our latest, most important, most time-sensitive announcement on the ongoing Shower Saga (henceforth known as “The Project”) is as follows: $end Help Plea$e.
[Here is the back story to those not in the know. Our shower base leaked to the downstairs unit so Jay ripped out the ceiling below and is building a new shower base. Meanwhile, we shower downstairs in the unheated, unfinished unit. Ah, The Project.]
I have discovered the point of all those Polar Bear Clubs you read about – you know, people who jump naked into freezing lakes in the name of health, (in)sanity and “Hair on the Chest” – there is no point.
Give me my heated shower any day.
Here is Jay working on The Project.
What is this, you ask? This is the cardboard mould, that begets the wood mould, that begets the cement mould, that er, should be begetting us a new shower base.
Don’t ask me about that “Hair on the Chest” remark. Jay says that all the time I run down to take a shower. I’ve never heard it. Must be one of those Americanisms, including this gem Jay blurted out last night, the “Chinese Fire Drill”.
Apparently when someone in the car yells it, and you are at a stop sign, everyone in the car gets out of the car and runs around the car and then gets back in.
What is the point? Hair on the chest, I say.
You should tell him you don’t want hair on your chest
Ah, the Chinese fire drill! I never did it, but it sounds like fun