Throwing in the Towel Rack

In the midst of re-screening windows and cleaning sills, my youngest daughter trailed me into the foyer with window cleaner and a roll of paper towels. I didn’t even know we had company so the noise coming from the downstairs bathroom startled me. When one of my son’s friends busted out of the bathroom, I feared we were out of toilet paper or something.

“Whoever took the time to place silk flowers inside the see-through bathroom towel rack is talented.” complimented our guest. “That looks really nice. Who thought of that decorating idea?”

“I did.” I grinned. “Thank you very much.”

“It is really cool. How did you get the flowers all the way in there?”

“I pushed the flowers through with a shish kebob skewer. I worked from the center out on each end of the towel rack.”

“I like it. I like it a lot.” He ran out the front door and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

I shot an admiring look to my daughter, who laughed and rolled her eyes.

"What?" I asked.

She drew upon our just laid to rest conversation which defied my explanation. “Dad, thank God you didn’t admit to carrying the pink comb in your back pocket. It's embarrasing.”

If the silk flowers aren't over the top, there is a pink comb in my trash can that is.