Washcloths Make the Man

It's time for the first installment of what will perhaps become a semi-regular BSB (Brian Snedeker blog) item called "marital bliss."  Perhaps I'll come up with a better name sometime, something cleverer, like "Wife Lessons" or "This Old Spouse" or something like that.

Anyway, the other day I was laying in bed, wondering whether to get up or not.  I look into the bathroom and see Ellen grab the washcloth that rests atop the shower door.

B: What are you going to use that washcloth for?

E: I'm going to use it to wash my face.  Is.... that OK?

B: Have you used it before?

E: Yes.  Why?

B: I mean, feel free, but that's the washcloth I use in the shower to wash my ass.

After laughing, we started naming the piece of material in question: the "butt-cloth," the "ass-rag," the "poopah-loofah."

Tune in soon for the next installment!