Catfish

I just jumped into the shower and realized the luffha sponge my wife found in a box of her old things and then gave to me so that I would stop using her's is way creepier to rub on my naked body then I was expecting it too.

I just feel ashamed whenever I make eye contact with it.

Anyway, so after that never to be repeated experience I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off - the last thing to be dried of course being my hair, (which since I rock the ponytail I have to wrap up in a towel like a girly girl.) I wrapped up the hair and walked around the house for about five minutes trying to find the wonderful smell coming from somewhere in the kitchen - it smelled like southern fired catfish, a smell I love but a recipe I make only once in awhile.

I looked everywhere only to realize that the kitchen didn't actually smell like catfish but the towel that I used to soak up the oil the last time I made it did(two weeks ago). This was of course the towel wrapped around my head.