This blog is brought to you in part, by the crazy scrawling words in red all over my shower.
No. Really…. No joke. This actually happened.
He’s been on me for a while to work on a blog about our trip to Disney. (Yup. The one from May. ) And I started a trip report over on the DisBoards… and updated a few times (The draft of which, is in my draft folder on here… ) I just haven’t worked on it in a while.
He also is anxiously waiting for a blog about my newest Disney haul, which I’m very excited about…. but I haven’t written anything about it.
NOR, have I written anything on this supposed book I was going to start writing.
I just, haven’t been feeling it lately. Which, might be why I never got into writing professionally. You can’t just write because you don’t ‘feel like it’, nothing would ever get done! Of course…. have you TRIED writing when you don’t feel like it? It’s the most drudging thing. Seriously. I couldn’t get excited about writing a blog where I MOVE to Disney, in the moods I’ve been in lately.
And, for those of you who even know me in the slightest — you know exactly how much power that statement holds.
Last night, however, I got the slightest twinge of motivation to write. It’s my own fault, really… but we’ll get there.
Matt had just gotten back from a quick trip to Oklahoma City — a band thing; so he was in the shower washing out the eyeliner and hair gel (What?! No, nothing else. These boys behave…..), and I was standing there talking to him. As he turned off the water, he slid the shower door open slightly, and hopped out. With a pretty good poker face, too; I might add.
But, it wasn’t quick enough. Before he could slide the door back shut , I noticed something that wasn’t there when I’d showered that morning. Asked him about it, and he just shook his head. Naturally, I can’t leave well enough alone when I get nosy, so I investigated.
Now, on the wall of our shower directly across from the showerhead, there was some writing on the wall that had been there a few days. Red and purple writing, that due to the hot water from our showers, was starting to look more and more like something written on the walls in Silent Hill — but I’ll get to that in a different blog. (The very blog, in fact, that not having, has prompted my husband’s nutty behavior.)
But now, under that writing, there was something else scrawled. Nothing I could make out, though. In the middle of the long word, was something that looked like an 8. And I could make out a backwards ‘G’ But, nothing else. (I suppose it should be said that we have awful lighting in our bathroom- all but one of the bulbs need replacing.)
A little puzzled, I started trying to decipher the code. Pretty unsuccesfully, too. I ducked back out of the shower, and shot my husband a look. I asked him about it, but he didn’t have a lot to say about it, just laughed. He wouldn’t explain it, saying that it made sense.
Which… baffled me. Because, let me tell you, it made zero sense. But, neither did some of the clues I got in the scavenger hunt from the other day . (Again, you don’t know about that because I haven’t blogged about it yet. It’s becoming more and more clear that I’ve shot myself in the foot here, isn’t it?) So, I went back to the shower to gather more clues . See if I missed anything.
And boy, did I miss something.
He’d taken one of our red bathtub crayons (Yes, I am a child. I requested these. I wanted to draw in the shower. Or play Hangman. Shut up.) and and scrawled all over the shower.
But, they weren’t odd symbols or codes like I thought at first. They were words. Actual words.
Well. No. That’s a lie. It was ONE word.
Bet you can’t guess where I’m going with this, can you?
Red and Purple Bathtub Crayons Streak/Smear and Look Gross After a Few Showers. My Shower Isn’t THAT Dirty.