It's officially bathtub season in case you weren't aware. Three cold evenings in a row? Yep. It's here.
I'm one of those people who tends to be cold more often than not. My husband thinks what I wear to bed is designed to lower the romance level to zilch. But the truth is I'm just cold. I have no qualms acknowledging that I'm a weather whimp. How many times do I have to tell people, I know I live in Southern California but I'm still cold? Get over it already. The beach isn't always sunny.
The sure fire way to warm up before bed is a hot bath. One of my life list items is to own a claw foot tub. Sadly none of these bathrooms belong to me. I could lie and say I did own one,
but I'm a bad liar but I'm a guilty liar. The guilt just eats me up. But I do aspire to own a bathroom like one of these.
Oh the time I could spend in there! Ben would have to pull me out, naked, kicking and screaming to go to church or take the kids to school.
That wouldn't be pretty. No, not at all.