The Writing on the Wall

Thanks to my sister never outgrowing her love for crayola, I recently found myself in the coloring aisle at Michael’s, picking up a box of bathtub crayons. I’d thought about getting these for awhile now; some of my best ideas come to me in the shower and I either have to slosh across the house to drip my ideas onto the nearest paper or recite the ingenious thought over and over to keep my mind from wandering before I can dry off.

Problem Solved:

At one point I’d come across a very grown-up, sensible solution online – some special waterproof notepad and pencil. But what fun is that?