
there i was awaiting serenity in bubbles, i ran the water and put on the kettle. everything was looking magic and smelling heavenly when i dimmed the lights down to an amber glow. what was that reflection on the floor? what glimmered in the corner of my eye? why, it was water! a lot of water spilling out from the base of my soaker tub. relaxation dashed away as i raced to grab the nearest towel to create a dam.
what is the point of a soaker tub when you can only float in three quarters of a cup of water? who designed this modern atrocity made to look as if it were from another era? i want to be buried in warm suds, right up to my neck, no knees or boobs peeking out into the cool breeze that lurks so dangerously close above the comforting steam. the term "soaker", to me, means more than just your feet and bum get damp. it means everything up to the longest tendril of hair on your head gets watered.
this calls for inventive measures.