So, I spend about an hour trying to find a VCR/TV combo that I can figure out in my sister-in-law's house. Why? Because I'm forcing myself to exercise. So I battled the hundred excuses NOT to exercise, and persevered through three TVs to find one that I could somehow manage to work. My reward for my faithfulness to myself? A nice, relaxing half hour in her "bathtub-style" jacuzzi situated in her gigantic, gorgeous, "spa-like" master bathroom. Sounded good to me. So I exercised, with the vision of myself in the hot tub in the forefront of my mind the entire time I'm sweating and contorting myself in all kinds of different positions.
Then ... at last ... my treat to myself. I go upstairs, get the water going, put some bubbles in, and wait for the water to get past the jets (that's what she told me the last time). So, I turn on the jets, and water literally starts spraying everywhere. I quickly turn them off, decide that maybe the water didn't completely clear the jets, and try again in a few minutes. Again, water is spraying ferociously all over the huge bathroom. I turn the jets off again, and repeat the cycle again with the same results.
My dream is beginning to wane. I then feel something in the tub. I pick it up--it's a jet. Apparently the jacuzzi is broken. Hmmm ... water ... electricity ... broken jet--time to let the dream go and enjoy a regular bath before I electrocute (sp?) myself. And then clean up the huge mess all over her bathroom. *sob*
Had I known that my dream was going to disappear down the drain would I have exercised anyway? Probably not.
Then ... at last ... my treat to myself. I go upstairs, get the water going, put some bubbles in, and wait for the water to get past the jets (that's what she told me the last time). So, I turn on the jets, and water literally starts spraying everywhere. I quickly turn them off, decide that maybe the water didn't completely clear the jets, and try again in a few minutes. Again, water is spraying ferociously all over the huge bathroom. I turn the jets off again, and repeat the cycle again with the same results.
My dream is beginning to wane. I then feel something in the tub. I pick it up--it's a jet. Apparently the jacuzzi is broken. Hmmm ... water ... electricity ... broken jet--time to let the dream go and enjoy a regular bath before I electrocute (sp?) myself. And then clean up the huge mess all over her bathroom. *sob*
Had I known that my dream was going to disappear down the drain would I have exercised anyway? Probably not.
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So I wait again. The water does clear the jets and put the bubble bath in. The bubble bath soap stuff was so thick that I squeezed the bottle and the top blew off forcing most of the soap to go into the tub. The next thing I know, I am in the tub with bubbles reaching halfway up the wall. It ws like I was a human cappuccino. I was very fun but it was a pain to clean up.
Oh, and I slipped getting out because I couldn't see the side of the tub and hit my head on the toilet.
By the way, the women's retreat is at the same hotel. Bring bubble bath.