Today, in Casa de Fowler y Anderson, we're bickering over the Scrubbing Bubbles Shower Cleaner. Specifically, when it is okay to use it.
I take the first shower each morning. Jimi follows anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour later. A while back, Jimi said, "Don't run the shower cleaner when you've finished your shower because then I come behind you and the water from my shower washes all the cleaning stuff off and plus I have to breathe that stuff in."
Maybe I forgot. Not really, but maybe.
Here's the thing: his plan works real well if he remembers to shut the shower curtain and push the little button.
I believe we've discussed Jimi and the shower curtain before? No? You just weren't paying attention.
Jimi doesn't close the shower curtain. Jimi doesn't dispose of the plug of hair that ends up in the drain after every shower, either. These two facts in unison make it nearly impossible to get the shower cleaner thing run each morning. I know, because when I come home from work the shower curtain is still open and unless he hosed down the entire bathroom with scrubbing bubbles, there's no way he ran that shower cleaner...
so today, after my shower, I cleaned the drain, closed the curtain, and hit the button. Clean shower, here I come!
Ten minutes later, I was in the basement "ironing" (throwing today's clothes in the dryer so the wrinkles will be mostly knocked out), and I heard the bathroom door shut. But it was a forceful shut. One that says, "If I wasn't such a grownup, I totally would've just slammed this door."
Up the stairs, peck on the door - "Baby?" "What." "You okay?"
"Now I can't take a shower!" *sigh*
Okay. I should've not run the shower cleaner. But what's better - a minor chemical burn on your naked bits or a nagging girlfriend who won't shut the fuck up about shutting the shower curtain and running the cleaner thing? I really believe I made the decision that represented the lesser of two evils.