Image via WikipediaHave you ever done something so completely out of character that you thought aliens must have invaded overnight and taken over your body?
That didn't happen to me this morning. Nope. Not at all.
I didn't get in the shower at 11:00 this morning. While in the shower, I didn't take a closer look at the tile floors of my shower. This tile floor has always been a bit 'discolored', which I had concluded was just evidence of the OLD OLD age of this tile floor. You see, I had cleaned my shower many times, and the color of the tile floor never changed. However, after this closer look, I didn't then take my fingernail and scrape said tile floor.
Something scraped off.
I didn't then do what any self-respecting, family-loving wife and mother would do. I didn't march myself right out of my shower and into my haircut supply bin. I didn't take out my straight razor. I didn't commence to get down on my hands and knees in said shower, scraping away, tile by tile, years of soap scum and dirt and whatever the heck else was on that floor until the water ran cold.
Nope. Not me.
'Cause I struggle enough to keep the clutter in my home at bay. A straight razor? To my shower floor?
Who am I, and what happened to the real me?
If you wanted to, you might could eat off this floor.
But I would seriously wonder about you if you did.