Invite me to a shower and I just might take you up on it.  Nothing is more refreshing after a long week of basketball camps, luring Shaq to Cleveland, and listening to Jay Bilas talk about wingspan.

So this week when Ahmaad said we had been called to go to a shower, I was in.

Little did I know showers are polysemantic.

So imagine my surprise when I show up to a semi-formal shower  (of the bridal variety) smelling like gym shorts and burritos ready to be hosed down.  Thankfully the bride and groom ((normally I do not shower (of the bath variety) with the unwed)) were happy to see me, despite my poor choice of attire for a shower (of the bridal variety).

You get the idea.

Congrats to the Bride and Groom to-be.  May your tile always be mildew free, soap always be new enough where you can still read the lettering, and your loofah always be a tight ball of exfoliating joy.

See all the photos from my weekend Shower

--Dog