“Who’s been walking in the tub with sneakers?”

“Who’s been walking in the tub with sneakers?”

Mrs. C is back from working at her studio’s bi-annual dance competition.  It is a big deal, with a dance star from DWTS as a judge, and Ballroom dance professionals from all over, along with amateur competitions. It is a four-day competition.  Mrs. C sells tickets, along with helping set up and organize all sorts of stuff. She works from 6 am to 11 pm days before and during the competition.

Anyway.

When she comes home she is exhausted, but not so tired as to not notice and grill me on everything in the house that has been moved or changed.  Mrs. C does not like change.  She does not like me to move stuff.  I take this week to discard some clutter that I think I can get away with and move some clutter that drives me nuts.

I did not toss very much. I did clean out some stuff from the freezer that took up space and was way over its “best used by (even if frozen)” date…Mrs. C thinks if it is frozen it will last forever…I disagree.

I moved a bunch of coats and shoes that were in a favorite chair that I can never sit in because it is home to coats and shoes.  She noticed that right away.

“Where are my shoes and coats that are supposed to be on the chair?”

“They were on the chair, they are not supposed to be on the chair.  I moved them to the piles of shoes in the hallway and the coat rack by the door that did not have any coats.”

I survived that adjustment, she was too tired to argue.  She did not notice any other minor adjustments in the house.  I thought I was home free until she went to take a much-needed relaxing hot bath.

I heard from the bathroom a question I thought I would never in my life ever be asked.

“Who’s been walking in the tub with sneakers?”

I yelled back,

“You won’t believe what I thought you just yelled from the bathroom.”

“Who’s been walking in the tub with sneakers?”

“Yes, how did you know that is what I thought I heard?”

“Because that is what I asked…Who’s been walking in the tub with sneakers?”

“What the hell are you talking about?  I may have had a couple glasses of port, and I even smoked a cigar, and that was outside, but I damn sure didn’t put on sneakers and walk in the bath tub!”

“Well someone has!”

I did not see the evidence, she took a bath and I assume what ever she thought were foot prints washed away.

Walking in the tub with sneakers…I think they are working her too hard on these competitions.