Forever Blowing Bubbles

There is something not missing in my life and it is troubling

What is not missing is bubble bath

On the contrary- the bottles of foamy fragrance seem frozen at their present level

This is not good for obvious reasons- the most basic of which is that I am not taking time for a bubble bath.



The bubble bath has a particular place in my life and a perfected ritual.
It includes some favorite books that I do not mind marring with a bit of water, a plastic faux wine glass filled with faux wine and twenty minutes or so of uninterrupted peace when I am not teacher, wife, pet owner- you get the picture.

I eyed those filled accumulating bottles of bubble bath this morning (they tend to accumulate because I tend to collect them) and committed to their demise via drowning in tubs of soothing water.

Bubbles be gone- you are about to meet your Waterloo.