Alright, so here's the big update. So sometime early this afternoon, I forget when exactly, I'm in the room with Scott and I say I'm going to take a shower, since I hadn't taken on last night or this morning, and one a day is the minimum. He was like "ahh" cause he said he was about to take one, but I didn't care and told him to take one later, you snooze you lose.

So I'm in there, and I turn the water on to get hot, and sit on the toilet to do my business. He then tries to get in. What I mean by that is that Scott is a sneaky dude, and has found a way to get into the restroom even though it is locked, he can somehow open it anyway. I haven't tried to find out how he does it, but I probably should. So to continue, he tries that twice, and obviously I'm a little weirded out by that. So I get into the shower, nice and hot right, and I'm lathering up some shampoo on my huge nest of hair. The next thing I know, ice cold water is being thrown on my person. I yell, probably like a little girl, and jump out of the way, as chocolate syrup comes pouring out of nowhere, and somehow the shower curtain comes down. Scott had opened up the door, and enlisted Ryan and Will, who had wielded the syrup, in a ambush attempt on myself. So there I am, freezing, standing there with no curtain up, and syrup all on my head, even though I had missed most of it. Turns out Will had also gotten it on the ceiling and toilet somehow?



We take some pictures, they get out, I continue taking my shower and am laughing about it, when some pasta sauce of Scott's that I swear has been in the refrigerator for at least a month comes flying over the curtain and hits me. So I got to completely redo my shower routine, plus the wall was covered. Unfortunately we didn't get any pictures of that, but it looked like a garbage disposal had just chunked all of its contents onto the shower walls. It also made the room smell terrible, and we had the fans running the entire afternoon. In addition, the curtain is even more messed up than it was previously. After the sauce, I showered the rest of the time with the curtain halfway open. I will never feel safe ever again. Are there no personal privacy havens left in this world? Is nothing sacred?