Not for the faint of art. |
| So this evening I had to go out for a bit, and when I came back, I heard the shower going. There would, I thought to myself, never be a better time. I walked as quietly as I could toward the bathroom door, remaining stealthy as I turned the knob. I was hit by a blast of warm, steamy air. And then I quoted the famous soundtrack from the classic movie, Psycho WHEET! WHEET! WHEET!... My wife cut loose a very satisfying scream, and I laughed my fucking ass off. When we'd both calmed down, she said, "Okay, that was a good one. You know, I was thinking when I got in here, 'My husband's going to come home while I'm in the shower and do the theme from Psycho.'" I can never say my wife doesn't understand me. |