Adapting to our environs

My parents have a spa in their house that they use most days to relax and unwind after a long day. The jets massage my already flabby back to butter, the noise of the jets drowns out whatever your brain is still screaming about from work, in short it's the perfect way to relax after a hard day's work.

We often crave a dip into my parents' spa after a long day's work, but the 35 minute drive there makes it a not-so-practical solution. Add in the fact that after about 15 minutes in the spa you're ready to sleep like the dead, which makes matters worse.

This makes us perfect candidates for getting a spa of our own.

Unfortunately, we're not the sort that can afford a spa, unless our grand plan of winning the lottery unexpectedly pans out there will be no spa in this house.

Reality gets in the way again when you consider that there'd be nowhere to put it in our tiny house, it wouldn't fit through either doorway, and the old wiring in our house probably wouldn't power one anyway.

The 'shwa is known for being a pretty ghetto, blue collar town and I think it's starting to rub off on us. To remedy our spa-less situation we've come up with what I'm sure would be viewed as a wonderfully ghetto solution.

We fill up our tiny bathtub (which takes up half our tiny bathroom) with water and bubbles (it at least gives the illusion of wonderful pounding jets) and just soak. We take turns on who gets the "bad side" which means sitting with a faucet in the back. It's a great system. Sometimes, we even break out the dollar store inflatable bath pillow. When it's been an especially bad day, we bring up our plastic ikea glasses and open a bottle of the finest Barq's diet root beer.

I think we'd impress Mr. Darwin with our quick adaptation to our new environment.