So I'm standing in the shower this morning, steam filling the room, soap and shampoo everywhere, when all of a sudden Cthulhu GRABS my leg and wraps his slimey tentacles around me.
He's cold and creepy and trying to suck out my soul.
I hate him. I fear him.
He visits me most mornings and he gives me the creeps. I finish the shower and start my day knowing that the process of Cthulhu sucking my soul will continue for years and years.
Unless of course Wifey finally buys (and has installed) the frosted glass shower door I so much need and want.
Point of the story?
I don't like shower curtains.