I'm using the guest bathroom for the duration of my illness. Last night, it was quite late because I'm into another project. My son, Jon asked me to digitalize our family photos. Well, we have a ton of them so it'll probably take me a couple of months to do. Actually it might take me several months because I'm still working on my mother's family history. Anyway, I got so involved with scanning photos that it was about 11:00 by the time I went to take a shower.
Taking the shower part was OK so yes, I'm clean. However, when I started squeegeeing (How the heck do you spell that?) the walls, this gecko jumped down at me. I would have screamed if I didn't know that it would terrify the neighbors.It scrambled right over my toes! No, I still didn't scream.
When I went to bed, Art opened one eye to say good night so I told him about the gecko.
"How big was it?" he asked.
I spread my fingers to about 5 inches and he opened both eyes.
"I didn't hear you scream," he smiled knowingly. "I have a feeling you're exaggerating the size. Why didn't you take it outside?"
Riiiiight...
I went to the bathroom this morning and he (the gecko) wasn't there. Maybe I'll move back to our master bathroom now.
