Upon first glance this may look like a boob (certain angles permitting) but let me assure you it is NOT. What this actually is is my sister making a point and winning.
I believe that there are two types of people in the world; people who dry themselves the proper way after a shower/bath and people who dry themselves the wrong way.
People who towel-dry v. People who air-dry.
Right v Wrong.
Every since I was a little kid I have always got out of the shower/bath and dried myself immediately. I have never been able to stand the idea of wandering around the house, loosely wrapped in a towel, covered in water drops and letting the air dry me. I am one of those people who have to towel-dry. Always.
My sister on the other hand falls under the "air-dry" type of people. As you can imagine, growing up with Tash could be quite stressful at times for me. She always seemed to be swanning around covered in water drops, sitting on beds making them wet, with her hair dripping everywhere waiting on nothing while the air "dries her".
She loved it. I hated it.
But she has always been like this and I accept her behaviour now that we are older. That is until she stays at mine and has a shower or I am at home and she has a shower. Then no. NO NO NO.
This "air-drying" business is not allowed.
Because she knows I feel this way she taunts me. She flits around me "air-drying" as slowly as possible, taking pure delight in the process. One time it got a bit much for me and I managed to sneak up on her, wrap a towel round her shoulders and snatch all those water drops away. The sense of relief on my part was overwhelming and I am sure I even did a victory dance.
Other times though Tash wins.
Like when she sends me a picture of one little water drop on her shoulder (see picture above). A single drop that I will NEVER be able to snatch away because she isn't there for me to do so. Her air-drying away in another town.
She is making a point. She is winning this game.
And oh my, does that drive me mad!!!