Imagine a romantic candle lit bathroom scene with rose petals and steamy mirrors, a glass of white wine perched on the edge of a big claw foot tub and a shapely leg rising from scented bubbles. It’s time to pamper yourself, listen to some good music, think happy thoughts, close your eyes and relax.
I’m impressed if you were able to get all that going on in your head, and even more impressed if you’ve done it all in real life and it works for you.
I’m afraid I have a very bad bubble bath attitude and don’t understand what all the fuss is about. I would rather shower than take a bath. I don’t like all that soap and how it makes my skin itch. I don’t like hot-tubs full of chemicals and flakes of dead skin either. I don’t like soap scum, bathtub rings or rubber ducks. Is there a bah humbug expression for this kind of thing? I am the Ebenezer Scrooge of bathing with bubbles.
This is how happy it makes me to soak in a tub. Please stop torturing this poor woman and let her pull the damn plug.
Oh well, that’s just me. I do understand it is a little weird to feel this way. But I can relax and listen to music and drink wine while admiring my toes without getting all wet or locking myself in the bathroom first. However, if that’s what you really want to do, I would never try to stop you.
Just clean up that scummy oily soap ring when you’re done.
Posted for Cin’s Feb Challenge /Witchy Rambles Day 7 – Bubble Bath
Breathing Space 
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