Showers - Tuesday morning

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"...Ohhhhhh, she'll be driving six white horses when she comes! Whoa back! She'll be driving six white horses when she comes! Whoa back! She'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses when she comes! Whoa back! Toot! Toot!"

Annette? Was singing in the shower. Loudly. Almost terribly. Okay, she really can't carry a tune. Even with little kiddie songs. But it was little kiddie inspired since she was thinking of the wee ones she got to play with over the weekend.

Her hair was full of suds, her eyes were closed, and she was carrying on wonderfully oblivious to anything else as the hot water rained down on her back.

"Ohhhhhh, We'll all go out to meet her when she comes! Hi babe! We'll all go out to meet her when she comes..."

(ooc: open for all your showerly needs or, yes, to mock throw a bar of soap at Annette)