Okay, if you've never experienced an RV Park Bath House in the Winter, DON'T DO IT. Unless you're into self-torture.
When my hot water wasn't working I had to use the bath house at the RV Park. It's nice enough, clean, tiled, efficient.
But those tiles are really freaking cold on a March morning and if I don't have a shower every two days my hair looks like a bacon dish. I have to lay all my
Finally, the hot water kicks in before I go mental and then I drop the soap. OMG. I am NOT a fan of public bath houses.
Last summer Missi scrambled out of the shower on a really hot day and was freaking out because there was a snake in the shower. I don't mind snakes. I actually like them unless they leap out and surprise me. So I calmed her down and went into the shower stall expecting to tackle a giant Anaconda. It turned out to be a baby green snake who was already dead. It was the size of a large worm. But Missi doesn't like snakes and a snake is a snake. Even tho' this little guy was so small it would have barely qualified as an appetizer on a cracker.
The other day I had a shower in the bath house and when I went to open the door Missi was on the other side. Our timing couldn't have been more perfect. I pulled, she pushed and she screamed hysterically because she wasn't expecting anyone. Me neither. We laffed so hard I almost had to go have another shower. If you know what I mean.
Now I have gushings of hot water in Hula Girl I don't have to use the bath house. Life will be easier but not nearly as entertaining as bath house hysteria.
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