Bubble Trouble

So picture this...

It's Sunday night. The weekend is winding down. The week is winding up. And I decided to initiate the two by indulging in one of my favorite luxuries known as "bath time." Yes, I know as a kid I never enjoyed one of these simple little pleasures without kicking and screaming beforehand, but now....well, now it is a different story altogether.

You no longer will find me fighting. In fact, while overseas, you may have found me even daydreaming about what a wonderful treat it would have been to have a tub full of hot water in which to soak away my dry and dirty skin, as well as my worries of the day. (Confessional: There was one night when, in my stubborn determination, I decided to try and make that dream a reality and it took me carrying buckets of water back and forth, several times, until the tub was a little bit full...and me arriving to find that the time in between had caused the resting water to quickly cool...yeah, good times.)

Well, now...I'm thousands of miles away from CA and I am currently living in what I have deemed, "the palace." Not only is it an amazingly beautiful house, but it also comes complete with a HUGE jacuzzi tub *with jets. (Yes, K-town peops...sorry. I'm not trying to rub it in, promise.)

So, as I started to explain way earlier in this post, on Sunday night I set out for a nice relaxing soak in the tub. Now, of course I've taken baths in this thing numerous times and each time I used this wonderful Taihitian bath milk stuff. It's great. Well, the other night I wanted to mix things up a bit and I decided to use some of my enchanted apple bath gel/bubbles.

All of this, was good and fine. The candles were lit. The music was softly playing in the background. It was exactly how you see it on the movies or envision it in your daydreams. And I even remember thinking to myself how amazingly blessed I was to live in such a place.

And then it happened.

I turned on the jets.

And as I laid there, basking in the moment with my cool eye mask on....the bubbles (unbeknownst to me) had begun to rise. (I'm sure all you smart people out there are thinking, "Duh. Jets and bubbles don't mix.) Well, let's just say I'm not so smart.

When I finally opened my eyes, bubbles were overflowing out of the tub and spilling on to the floor...and up the side of the wall....and, well, they were pretty much EVERYWHERE!

45 minutes later I had managed to beat the bubbles back down the drain...and even though I considered trying it all again (this time without the bubble bath), I realized that only cold water remained. So I gave up, dried off, and went to bed.

Next time, I'm going to call housekeeping.

The End.