Shower the People
I have two favorite rooms in my house, my kitchen and my bathroom. Both were the results of a painful, but totally worthwhile renovation back in 2002. And by worthwhile, I mean Larry's heart attack was a small causality for the pleasure of me having double sinks and beveled glass cabinets. (Suck it up baby, I'm worth it.)
The bathroom has a 92" vanity with kitchen cabinets to hold the towels and miscellaneousness facial accoutrement needed to supports two aging homosexuals.
But my favorite part is the shower. 9 feet by 6 feet with a bench and two shower heads. We could serve dinner for four in there.
Recently though, there's a been slight problem. It seems the shower diverter is actually diverting the cold water away.
Don't get me wrong; I love hot showers. I love hot water in general. There has never been a jacuzzi that is too hot for me. However, I seem to have met my match.
Traditionally in the mornings, the shower takes about three minutes to kick into gear. The water is ice cold and then slowly gets to the desired temperature.
Now, I get approximately 24 seconds to douse my body with water before it becomes scalding. I'm not talking "Hey, let's all go to a hot springs." I could honestly fry chicken in the water coming out of the shower.
As I came out of the shower the other day, Larry pointed out that it looked as if I were sunburn. "You should just use the other shower," he said.
"Why? I love this shower."
The biggest problem with the two us is that we will live with broken shit around the house much longer than we should. Sometimes, it's just easies dealing with the things you don't want to do.
My dad is coming from Christmas so I think we'll just wait and let him fix it. He can fix anything. I mentioned this idea to Larry.
"Excellent idea. But we should have him do it on day #2 and then cook lobsters for them in there the first night."
He's so smart.
The bathroom has a 92" vanity with kitchen cabinets to hold the towels and miscellaneousness facial accoutrement needed to supports two aging homosexuals.
But my favorite part is the shower. 9 feet by 6 feet with a bench and two shower heads. We could serve dinner for four in there.
Recently though, there's a been slight problem. It seems the shower diverter is actually diverting the cold water away.
Don't get me wrong; I love hot showers. I love hot water in general. There has never been a jacuzzi that is too hot for me. However, I seem to have met my match.
Traditionally in the mornings, the shower takes about three minutes to kick into gear. The water is ice cold and then slowly gets to the desired temperature.
Now, I get approximately 24 seconds to douse my body with water before it becomes scalding. I'm not talking "Hey, let's all go to a hot springs." I could honestly fry chicken in the water coming out of the shower.
As I came out of the shower the other day, Larry pointed out that it looked as if I were sunburn. "You should just use the other shower," he said.
"Why? I love this shower."
The biggest problem with the two us is that we will live with broken shit around the house much longer than we should. Sometimes, it's just easies dealing with the things you don't want to do.
My dad is coming from Christmas so I think we'll just wait and let him fix it. He can fix anything. I mentioned this idea to Larry.
"Excellent idea. But we should have him do it on day #2 and then cook lobsters for them in there the first night."
He's so smart.
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posted by Steve at
7:54:00 PM
7 Comments:
I swear that I'm not laughing. Although there is a little glee that you have a huge shower and I have a blue clamshell sink. Which by the way doesn't even work!
Can your dad come for a visit? Has he ever been to San Francisco? I won't even serve him Shower Lobster Bisque.
A bench in the shower? Now that's what *I* need for my aging you-know-what.
Can you send your dad my way, please? We started an addition project on Memorial Day weekend in TWO THOUSAND FIVE and still don't have the upstairs bathroom even connected to the water yet....
Thank god I am not the only one who has my dad out to fix projects, although I am not as bad as my mom who will walk around my house saying, "Your father could easily fix this, and this, and this, and this . . . hang on . . . Terry! Come look at this!" It drives Dave nuts - bonkers, I tell you. But shit gets done! Personally, I am waiting for Things One and Two to leave so the bathroom can get done up properly.
I do the same thing. If stuff breaks within a few months of my dad coming to visit it just goes on the list. I'm way too pretty to get my hands dirty.
I just let stuff go unfixed until we can't take it anymore. Then I try to fix it. At some point later, professional help needs to be called.
I think I need your father too--and you to redesign our bathroom.
Steve, I love dual head showers. Da bomb. When I finally get to remodel a bathroom...it will have two shower heads. I'm very jealous! Benches in the shower are great too.
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