Random thoughts about showering and birthdays...

Okay, so here I am at the folks' waiting to get into the shower. This brings back memories of living in a one-bathroom house with my younger sister and tub-time-loving father, praying that I would not wet my pants because bathroom time was hard to come by. That was before my brother was born...

Today, is my brother's 18th birthday. I can remember a time where he would flat out refuse to shower. Now, it's difficult to get him out of the shower in time to catch a few drops of hot H20 for myself. Ever try rinsing Pantene out of your hair with cold water? Doesn't work.

Okay, back to the issue of the birthday. Looks like we are doing a night on the town at Famous Dave's and then back to the homestead for a little surprise party thrown together by mi madre y yo (that's Espanol for: my mother and I). Good thing lil' bro doesn't read my blog or the surprise would not be! :-)

It's funny how I had this thought that he would be done showering by the time I reached then end of this post. He's not.