Dear Shower Door,
Do you miss me? I miss you. Hopefully, it wasn't too painful when Mr. Strong jerked you off your track and leaned you outside. He hasn't been happy with your bottom for a while now. If I could explain it, I would. He just has an obsession with bottoms.
You are probably wondering how we are doing in the bathroom without you. Mr. Strong seems ok. Me, not so good. After having a shorts and tank-style Christmas, it seems especially cruel to have no shower door when the temperature has plunged into the 30's. Shower Door, I always did like how you contained all the steam within your four walls. This helped me keep my legs groomed. Shaving while one has chicken skin, well, we can just say that isn't working out so well. At the moment, I'm considering abandoning the razor and just simplifying with a braid.
Hopefully, Shower Door, you'll be back on track sometime this weekend. Just in time for the weather to warm up. Until then, I'll just cuddle up in the corner with the soap dish. Don't get jealous. By the looks of the bruise on my shoulder, he offers no comfort.