I haven’t showered alone since 1998.
That’s not nearly as sexy as it sounds. Contrary to what you may be thinking, Mr. Snark isn’t a horny fiend with a hot water fetish. ::sniff:: Rather, my lack of privacy is the two part result of becoming a mother and being a crazy-cat-lady-in-training.
A typical busy morning at the Snark residence results in two cats seated on the chest outside the shower’s window. They press their noses to the glass and observe my every move with unblinking fascination. At the master bathroom door, an usher turns cats away. “We’re sorry, but this showing of Owner Submerged in Hot Water is sold out.”
Courtesy of her muscle clout, Miss Bear has dibs on the glass door. “Mommy, I’m keeping you company.”
“Oh thank you, Miss Bear. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”