Wednesday, April 24, 2013

You Don't Bring Me Flowers

Passing Notes Today:  Mrs. Kelly

You don't bring me flowers.

bath before

You don't sing me love songs.


You hardly talk to me anymore
with your linoleum floors
and your tile that I just can't get clean.


Guys, I had to break up with our bathroom.  It was time.  The pipes were leaking.  The paint was peeling off in the shower.  The little wall tiles were coming off in various places and just wouldn't whiten up despite all my best efforts.  Not to mention, I was over the floor and the mirror.  It was all looking pretty dated.  Time for a change.

Here's what I'm dreaming about for a new bath...

New Bath

The problem is I have a budget; therein lies the challenge.  Stay tuned.  My new bathroom may even have a pop of floral.  

In the meantime, I will leave you this gem (a personal fave for karaoke):

Neil's smoldering gaze and Babs's final caress = awesomeness (around the 2:35-3:00 mark).

Sorry existing bathroom, you won't give me showers any more.

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