Our bathroom shower has gotten pretty disgusting. Okay, more than disgusting – last night, a particularly nasty piece of mold stood up while I was bathing the Bug and said “You missed a spot. And your hair looks like trash.” Man I hate mold.

But cleaning the bathroom shower falls under the category of Things You Should Be Doing If You Are To Be Considered Grown Up. I mean, it’s true – when considering adult-type people, I generally think they’ve got things like keeping the Health Department out of their house down pat.

In my head, the list includes such ghastly things as:

- paying bills and taxes

- having insurance

- getting the oil changed

- watching what you eat (this one currently has the majority of my contempt)

- owning a hose and/or lawnmower (using them however, is optional)

The list could go on.

And that is why I let my shower get to the point of creating new species. It’s so that in my small way, I can rebel against Being Grown Up and retain at least some semblance of a hold on my carefree days of yore.

You know, back before I squeegeed.