Saturday, January 5, 2008

Shower, Part 2

Not only do I love company during my evening showers, but also food and drinks. Preferably wine and cheese, but I've been know to accept a well or two after a particularly heinous week.

We have a Family Program to address these types of needs. It's called Shower Butler, and it typically involves my screeching, "Shower Buuuuuuuuutttlllerrrrrr!" at the top of my lungs until the DNB appears, drink in hand. Because he's a good man, and loving, he hasn't yet dumped one over my head.

Lest you think this shrew needs taming, note that a Shower Butler request may be submitted by any member of the family. Except the DNB gets beef jerky and whiskey, and he more hollers for me than screeches.

Don't worry about coming over for dinner; we're not going to go all Kramer on you. But truly, you haven't lived until you've had a chilled white in the shower. It's pure celebrity.

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