|They don't make the shower heads that low an more.|
Which in my head means I am so.fucking.over.it.
There was one moment back in mid-November that I think started the whole decent into clean and healthy lungs. I had just come home from a weekend trip to visit my sister and was doing my normal house inspection to find out exactly what kind of damage the kids and/or the ex had done in my absence when I came across something that literally made me gag back the vomit...
In my bathroom, on the ledge of my tub/shower, sitting in plain site on the window sill, was a cigarette butt.
WHAT.THE.FUCK, you ask? It certainly wasn't mine.
When I go away, my hubby's uncle comes to stay in order to help out with any of his necessary needs. Since the stroke, it makes sense to have another adult around if there are any long periods of time to make sure everyone is safe, cared for, and well...accounted for.
Now, calling his Uncle an adult might be stretching it a bit...
But he is family, And he does love E. But that's besides the point. He is a chain smoker. And apparently he likes to smoke in the shower.
WHAT.THE.FUCK, you ask? I know, right? I've weighed it in my mind a million times since then and I just can't seem to see how this could be remotely possible. Shower = water. Water = no fire. It seems pretty legit to me.
Regardless, I am on a path I am super excited to be on. And I most certainly won't (or ever) be smoking in the shower.
I am going to ask him how he does it though. Probably magic or some shit.