I do not have a Thing about showers. I have very carefully never watched Psycho and I am far more afraid of an earthquake (KNOCK WOOD, OKAY, UNIVERSE?) happening while I’m in the shower than of being murdered in there. And yet. Every single day when I go to get out of the shower I see a pair of feet just outside the door. And every single day I nearly pee my pants and scream.
IT’S MY REFLECTION. Every day I scream at MY OWN FEET.
You may also be amazed at my gracefulness when I tell you that I sliced my finger earlier this week doing laundry.
Thank God I’m cute.
PS. No I do not wear literal pants in the shower. Just figurative ones.