I bought a bath bomb on a whim a few weeks ago.
Well, OK, that’s actually a big, fat lie.
I watched youtube videos of bath bomb demos for hours and hours one weekend evening. I was up way past my bedtime and at that too-tired-to-get-up-and-go-to-bed stage. When you are in that state those videos are mesmerizing to an absurd degree. And I don’t know about you, but when I feel like that I am also extremely easy to convince to buy something I totally don’t need. So hours of videos, a Paypal account, and a tired, suggestible state means I bought my first ever bath bomb. I don’t think you can call this state of affairs a “whim.”
It came in the mail a few days later. It was blue and scented with vanilla and honey. I smelled it, then put it away as it is far too hot to be taking a long bath.
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Fast forward a few weeks and I found myself thinking about that bath bomb. I’ve been having an issue with knots and painful tightness in the muscles of my upper back, shoulders, and neck and I was starting to think a hot bath might be a little slice of heaven, even if I were going to sweat while enjoying it. So I grabbed a clean towel, a glass of ice water, my eReader and waterproof cover, and headed into the bathroom.
I put in the plug and turned on the water. It wasn’t too long after that that I heard the bathroom door creak open as one of my furry roommates pushed it open and sauntered in.
“What are you doing?” Desi asked.
“I’m going to take a bath,” I told her.
She paused. “You are taking a bath, right? You. Not Me?”
“That’s right!” I reassured her. “No bath for you tonight.”
“Good, because...”
I laughed and went back to my pre-bath prep.
“Why are you taking a bath?” she asked, hoping up onto the rim of the tub and inspecting my progress. “Did you go outside and roll around in one of the planters?”
“No.”
“Did you go to the vet and get an enema?”
I rubbed her head. “No.”
She looked at me. “This makes no sense, then.”
“I’m just going to relax in the hot water for awhile,” I explained.
“That does not sound relaxing,” she said with a haughty sniff. “Why don’t you go find some sunshine and take a nap instead?”
"I don’t like to nap in the sun,” I replied. “It gives me a headache.”
A merry jingle of a bell announced Freddie’s arrival. “What’s going on?” he asked, hopping up next to Desi. “Is Desi getting a bath?”
She gave him a dirty look. “No,” she snapped. “This is how humans relax.”
He looked confused. “They relax by giving you a bath?”
I jumped into the conversation before Desi could push Freddie in. “No, Freddie. The bath is for me.”
He thought for a second. “Did you slip and fall into the food dish?”
I laughed. “No, I’m just going to take a bath for fun.”
He frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“See?” Desi said, victorious. “I told you! Baths are...”
I turned off the water and unwrapped the bath bomb. Sitting next to them on the rim of the tub, I smelled it one more time.
“What’s that?” they asked together.
I smiled. “Watch this!” I reached down and set the bath bomb in the water.
“Whoa!” Freddie said. “What is that?”
“It’s my bath,” I said. “Now shoo! so I can enjoy it without being gawked at.”
Neither cat moved.
I climbed in with a sigh and relaxed against the edge, closing my eyes. The bath smelled wonderful and I felt myself relaxing in the dark blue water. A tickle on my forehead told me I was being sniffed.
“Stop that,” I said without opening my eyes.
“Smells funny,” Desi announced. “Are you going to smell like that?”
“I hope so,” I told her. “I like it.”
I opened my eyes and picked up my book. Freddie grew bored and jumped down, wandering off to find a soft spot on the tile to sleep on. Desi continued to pace around the edge of the tub, examining the water. She leaned down to smell it.
“Don’t fall in,” I advised.
She gave me a withering look. “I’m not a kitten,” she reminded me. Then she leaned closer and stuck her tongue out.
“Do not drink it,” I said, firmly. “I don’t think it would be good for you.”
She ignored me.
I lifted my foot out of the water and gently nudged her away. She moved a few inches further from me and tried to do it again.
“Stop it,” I said.
“I wanna taste it,” she complained.
“No.”
She attempted to stare me down, but failed.
“Oh, fine,” she said, petulantly. “I’ll just come back when you’re done.” With that, she jumped down and stalked out of the bathroom.
“That’s not a good idea either!” I called after her.
I got no answer, so I went back to my book. Freddie started to gently snore as we both relaxed and enjoyed the night.
I am at work. I’m sorry, my friends. I’ll be around in the late afternoon. Enjoy your Caturday!