clawfoot

The lack of a bathtub that will fit all of my pulchritude in it at once is becoming too unbearable. The knowledge and muscles needed to remedy this problem are also not within my vast store of imagination and experience, but somehow I must prevail. If it were not bad enough that I'm getting old and stiff, the news keeps me so tense you could almost snap me in half with a loud enough noise. I remember being without a huge tub, but it was so long ago before here. I'm willing to cede a bedroom to the project! The neighbors would freak if I put one in my yard, like I had when I lived in the forest at Caspar. Maybe I could just put myself up for adoption to a family with a big tub.

Did you know that brandy snifters float really well?

They do.