So I had a long couple days reconfiguring the basement and even got out to the dump today. I don't believe I've ever been to the landfill in February before. Anyway I'm dog tired and filthy, so I figure it's time for a shower.
That's not what's weird, though.
In the shower I drop the soap, and I get a little freaked out.
Not like that.
The soap drops and sticks a landing like a little green Chinese gymnast on it's narrowest end, defying Newton to say anything about the sudden loss of inertia.
But that's not the weirdest part.
It's the dozen Neolithic drain monkeys that swarmed up and began touching and barking at it almost as if it could enhance their chances of survival.
Stupid drain monkeys.
