I have had it! I am not going to let a shower head get the better of me! The shower is NOT a place to feel stressed out. It’s the first place I go every morning and I am NOT going to start out my morning stressing out in the shower. Yesterday morning, I got up and stumbled into the bathroom at 0-dark-30 to take my shower. I do this every morning. It’s how I wake up. If I don’t get a shower, I am not a happy camper. Preferably a hot shower but I have been known to make do with less than that. I carefully arranged the shower curtain and liner — like I always do — to keep the water *inside* the shower. In recent months, it seems like almost every time I take a shower, water leaks out onto the floor. I don’t know how it does this. It isn’t always catastrophic. Usually, enough of the bathmat is dry enough that I can use it to mop up the floor and then just throw it into the laundry. Yesterday morning, the whole blasted floor was totally flooded. The bathmat was sopping wet and it took about five towels to mop up the mess. The GG claims it is only *me* who causes the flooding. *He* somehow stays directly under the water the entire time. Or whatever. In my defense, I have just about the biggest head o’ hair on earth. GROK! grok grok! ‘n’ th’ ugliest! grok grok! I don’t waste time but I’m probably in there longer than he is and I *do* use a lot of water! It’s a necessity. And I probably move around in the shower a bit more. And, dern it all, I *like* showers! I like to be clean. When it’s really hot and humid, I take a second shower in the afternoon. Or go hang out up to my neck in Lake Superior if that’s where I happen to be. Anyway, I was in the shower this morning and, like I said, I don’t really know how the water is getting out. It could well be a shower curtain failure. But I was thinking that if I could adjust the angle of the spray just a tad away from the curtain, it might just help. Except I can’t do that! Because our shower head is immobile! I think it was probably old when we bought The Landfill and that was 23 years ago and you might be wondering, like a friend of mine recently was, how I could remember such an odd number and the answer is because we bought it a few months before Lizard Breath was born and she turned 23 about a month ago. Does that make you feel old? Good. Anyway. I think it’s time. I don’t know why we are so blasted cheap. It’s true that we have never been anywhere near wealthy. We might buy a new vee-hickle every nine years or so and that’s usually after about a year of arguing about money. And after 25 years of marriage, we are still living in a mishmash of Student Ghetto, Early Inlaw, and a few loverly pieces that we bought on our own that have seen better days. Shabby is the new black, roight? But, fer kee-reist? A shower head? What on earth are we waiting for? Would *you* use a shower head like ours?

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