I love a good bubble bath. I’ll dump half a bottle of bubbles into steaming hot water and then hold a book up over my head until my arms ache (bubble baths and books don’t really go together, but I desperately keep trying to make them be friends). I don’t care much for the odd container on the right, but I’ll take the tub and those pretty drapes. It looks so very relaxing. My bubble bath dream.
My bubble bath reality looks more like this:
Not nearly as relaxing.