great song, but it just ain't the same without bowie
bathing, for all of us here at casa de burton, is slightly laborious. for fox, it's a 12 hour process. i boil 2 potfuls of water, let them cool in a small, plastic bucket overnight, boil one more potful of water in the morning to warm the purified water back up again, plop my butterball into the water-filled bucket and watch his girth displace half of the water onto the floor. then i try to suds-up and rinse off the slippery christmas ham as quickly as possible before he wriggles out of my grasp and blubbers out of the bucket and onto the bathroom tile. let's just say that fox's baths have gone from every other day to maybe twice per week.
bathing for matt and me became much more pleasant once we figured out that if you want a hot shower, the kitchen faucet must be running full-blast on hot in order to keep the gas lit and heat flowing. now, if we could just figure out how to get more than a trickle out of the showerhead. until recently i never fully appreciated what a luxury water pressure is. down mexico way i need an extra 10 to 15 minutes in the shower just to ensure i've rinsed off thoroughly. i'm considering eliminating hair conditioning from my routine altogether. washing cream rinse from your hair with nothing more than a weak drizzle is like trying to water the white house south lawn with a dippy watering can. my hair often emerges from the shower with a cakey, wet (when it's dry) look -- completely counter-productive, and the grunge-look left when kurt cobain took it with him.
i've never considered myself hygienically challenged, but these high maintenance showers have driven me to look forward to bathtime about as much as a 7-year-old boy, so please forgive me if i smell like one.