Rub-A-Dub-Dub Two Adults in the Tub!

Who knew that Josh and I would be able to fit in our quaint bath tub? Well, it had to happen last night that's for sure. The water screwed us again, since it decided to take the night off. At 9 p.m. Josh was boiling water in an industrial stock pot and our pasta pot. The mantra was, "Com'on baby, boil for daddy." We couldn't do anything else but laugh about the situation really. "Who does this?" I kept asking Josh.


With our glass top stove (the worst thing ever invented) we were boiling water until 10 p.m. We were both getting restless until I channeled Ms. Julia Roberts a la Pretty Woman and said, "We shall bathe ensemble". Theoretically it would be the most efficient method, we thought.

I climbed in and instantaneously was summoned to my childhood days of Kim's Private Barbie Pool Party. But last night I was devoid of any 80's Barbies with teased bangs and blue eye shadow (remember those?) Once Josh joined the fiesta there was certainly some strategic placement of things.

All in all it was great fun. "Who does this?" I asked once more. "Only us", Josh answered. Although it was a bit of a gong show, I wouldn't have traded it for the world. We laughed the entire time as we loofahed and we both agreed that this experience has brought our relationship to a new level.

This morning, just as were about to hail an S.O.S. we awoke to some loud gurgling "Looks like the hot water's clocked back in." Did I mention that Josh BB video'd last night's extravaganza for evidence sake, "Exhibit A!" Just in case. The last time this happened to us the plumber came and so did the hot water, and it was a “but it wasn’t like that before” moment.