Dare I Say

I am about to tell the most embarrassing story of my life.

I recently moved into an apartment. I had everything I needed and life was good. I got everything unpacked and in place. Then I wanted a shower. I got all my supplies and took a wonderful shower. I hadn't left my shampoo or conditioner or soap at home. Then I got out of the shower and quickly realized my one BIG mistake. I had forgotten a towel. I was standing very wet and very nude in the bathroom racking my brain for something I could use to dry off. There wasn't a hand towel in sight and I was not about to dry off my clean body with my dirty jeans. There was no way I was going to run from the bathroom to my room with nothing to cover myself, so: I did the only thing I could think of. I patted dry with toilet paper. Toilet paper. That's right. Toilet. Paper.

I grabbed a wad, patted my arm dry, threw it away, grabbed another wad, dried my other arm, threw it away. And so it went until I was decently dried off.

My hair was another story. I have thick hair and lots of it. Getting that mess of hair evenly slightly less wet was not even an option. So I wrapped it in a bun and stuck in an elastic. Problem solved? I think not. Now it was dripping onto my already partially dried back. I didn't want to start a whole new round of pat-dry so in a huff I threw on some clothes and went into my bedroom looking for something that could possible dry my hair. What I found? Sheets.

Who knew a shower could be such a harrowing experience?

Needless to say, the next day after work, I stopped off at my house and grabbed a towel. Never again will I forget.

And one more thing: please don't tell my roomies about this. They don't know I have a blog, and this is one story I'd rather keep to myself. Thanks-

Over and out.