Who The Hell Are You?

Yesterday, it was my day to shower- after all… it had been a few days; don’t judge me. I grabbed my washcloth and tossed it into the shower, turned the water on and a few minutes later, stepped into the shower.

I always start with washing my hair, and when the conditioner is in, I’ll wash my body. I picked up my washcloth and put on the last of my favorite liquid soap. As always, I started with my face and that’s when I felt it- it wasn’t a washcloth!

I cannot tell you the feeling of my life flashing before me when I realized I had smothered my face into a soapy rag- a rag that not only is used to clean my toilets or floors… but one that I never purchased.

I would have opted for a skin graph over my ripped off my face if I didn’t have dimples on my arse!

About Lady in Red

mom of 3
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