When you are floating off in a warm bath of glittery bubbles, sipping on your cold tepache, staring at your toes, turning to a bright lobster red, to closely matching your toenail polish and you drift off, only to be rudely brought back from your bath dreaming by an icy blob on your back but before you start screaming you gratefully realize it isn't a killer critter, it is just your dripping wash cloth fallen from the grace of the towel bar ~ that thankful too!
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