The Shower Head is Fixed!

We couldn't take it any longer. That stupid shower head was ruining our morning. Every. single. morning. Laura said, "Let's try something." We opened the shower head and there, glaring out at us, was a flow restrictor. We ripped it from its place and stomped on it, and with the next turn of the shower knobs, all was once again right with the world. This morning, at long last, I didn't have to go to work looking like this:


Kramer: If I don't have a good shower I am not myself. I feel weak and ineffectual. I'm not Kramer.