showers are over-rated

Well, I know I've written before about my quest for a shower. Last time Isaiah drew all over the floor, thankfully with washable crayons! This time I left them contently watching Star Wars, only to get out and find Gabriel SITTING in my underwear drawer (the contents scattered on the floor) and Isaiah hiding on his bunkbed eating 3 year old christmas cookie sprinkles he found in the back of the pantry. Needless to say, if you ever see me looking a little greasy, or worse, you smell me before you see me, just remember my philosophy... showers are so over-rated!