Today wasn’t the first time it occurred to me that showering felt like putting an SUV through a car wash. I was shaving my legs and thought of how hard it is to reach certain areas of my vehicle. People built like smaller body hot wheels say a #FiatBambino or #MiniCooper, can buff the roof and hood and polish their hubcaps with ease. Sometimes when I’m scrubbing, shampooing and shaving, I think, “man, this is a lot of machine to clean!” Let’s say I’m a #LandRover or #Bronco. Seriously, I really have to stretch and bend to reach every inch of my rugged, classic, chunky (I’m positive #J.D.Power and Ass award-winning) body! Now, you small types will never relate to this unless you’ve been obscenely pregnant and remember your last trimester. You don’t want to miss a spot while shining that baby, so you have to work your way around the bulk of your carriage, and it’s time-consuming.
I used to be a smaller sporty model and then traded up to the SUV after children and during menopause. I genuinely miss the zip and sexiness of a more miniature ride, but my genetics being what they are, mixed with weight-gaining meds, have made me the beautiful beast I am today; I’m good. It occurred to me that #Adele and #RebelWilson have downsized and are probably having the time of their life, looking all sassy, feeling light in their brand new frame, and probably seeing parts of their ride that at one time might only have seen by the #HubbleTelescope or at best a magnifying mirror (I get it, I see you). Sometimes I roll my horseless carriage past a mirror (post-shower) and think, “oh wow, look at that! I haven’t seen that in a long time!” Being me is like never-ending space exploration or the box of chocolates #ForrestGump had. “You never know what your gonna get.”
So yeah, that was a random post, right?! Welcome to my mind and what runs through it as I’m showering. Does anyone else think like this? The only other writer I’ve encountered that does is #JennyLawson. She cracks me up. So if she shares similar thoughts to mine and she cracks me up, that means I crack me up, and being able to laugh at one’s self is healthy. So for those of you reading this thinking, “what is wrong with this woman?” I would have to say, “so many things and nothing at all.” I just wanted to share. (BTW, isolation will do this to a person, and so will genetics. We’ll just say it was the isolation that inspired this rant, this time).