Rubber duckie, you're the one ...

It's been 16 months since Paul and I moved into our house. Sixteen months, and until last night, I'd never used the Jacuzzi.

If one more person says I'm crazy, I'll smack 'em. ::grins::

This morning, somebody told me they thought the hot tub would've been a major selling point of the house. And it was ... the first time I lived there. But after a decade, the hot tub kind of lost its mystique.

So when we took the house over from my parents, the Jacuzzi was just something that took up a big chunk of the bathroom between the toilet and the shower. ... Which is how I managed to go 16 months without using it.

But this week has been so stressful, and I was so frayed. So last night, I decided to take the plunge (har har). Paul cleaned out 16 months of dust, then — even though it was late and I had half a magazine to edit — I unwrapped a sleep-inducing bath bomb, turned on the jets, and relaxed.

Really relaxed.

And I think it worked wonders. I slept well and woke up in a good mood. I got through work without snapping. Ooh ooh, and I even went out for Italian food with the boss. ^_^

So I'm starting to rethink this whole Jacuzzi thing. I mean, I didn't really need it the first time I moved in. I was nine years old then, and how stressed can a nine-year-old get? Ohh, I'm dying under the pressure of multiplication tables and a flat tire on my bicycle. Woe is meeee.

But now that I'm old and weighted down by the world (::snicker::), a hot tub seems a lot more useful. I think I'll probably use it again tonight, for no good reason other than it's there and it's soothing. ... And I'm making up for lost time.