Cold, Colder, and Coldest: Adventures in Bathing

So for various and sundry reasons, my hot water heater was on the fritz this morning. I am anxiously awaiting the repair-gas-dude's call (please god! Let them call!) because that water is *cold* - I mean cold, cold, cold.

And yet... my hair looks so shiny today. It is amazing. My skin feels pretty smooth as well and I am just now getting around to my morning cup of coffee because, trust me, I was awake after my shower. Wide Awake.

I was actually dreading the shower and thinking about just going across the street to Dawn's house or maybe not washing my hair today, because normally when I inventory a situation I wonder "What would Buffy do?" and Buffy - she would bitch about a cold shower. She would. Me and Buffy - we were pretty dubious about the entire enterprise.

But then I wondered, "What would Starbuck do?" and she would probably laugh. She'd make a face and possibly bitch and then laugh more.

She also might skip the shower altogether, but I went with laugh and got in and out very quickly.