Why is my life like a horror/slasher movie?
Jacob dyed his hair magenta a couple of days ago--in my bathroom--and afterwards the shower looked like a crime scene from CSI. I COULD NOT shower in it until it had been scrubbed down completely (at 1 in the morning) because my brain kept playing that loud shrieking Psycho music every time I looked at it. Thank goodness for Barkeeps Friend!