In 2000, when Hubs and I had just started dating, we took a trip to Eureka Springs to see Willie Nelson. I don’t remember what hotel we stayed in, but it had one of those lovely whirlpool baths.

Which I loaded with bubble bath.

By the time Hubs entered the bathroom, I was barely visible beneath the froth. An empty bottle sat next to me. It took us an hour to scoop out all those bubbles. Of course, I had totally dismissed the little sign: Please do not put bubble bath or oil in tub.

So I suppose that paybacks being what there are, it’s only fitting that I found this in the children’s bathroom tonight.

Yes, they poured an entire bottle into the tub.