Christmas Towel

Christmas 2020 was weird for a lot of reasons. First Christmas not spent in Queensbury, not around my parents or brothers or sisters, no traveling or big gatherings. Covid knocked all that out

Even weirder though is what I got for Christmas from my parents…. A towel.

That’s right. I got a Christmas Towel, not in the sense it was Christmas themed, but rather that was my gift.

I’m not a towel snob or anything, but I do hate super fluffy towels that are so gentle that they don’t actually dry you off.

I’ve written about it before.

But this fancy Christmas Towel, it’s gone to the top of my towel rotation (don’t try to tell me you don’t have a towel rotation).

It’s absorbent, dries quickly and just stiff and starchy enough to have a good feel when drying off.

So it was a good gift. A great gift even.

Dear Warm Fluffy Blue Towel

Dear Warm Fluffy Blue Towel,

I hate you.  You’re only warm because you’re in the bathroom, the smallest room of the apartment with its own heater.  And your fluffiness, oh you’re soft, so very soft, but you don’t dry at all.  I hate stepping out of the shower and trying to dry off with you. You just don’t do the job well.

Now, Grating Tan Towel, well… I feel you rip off a few layers of skin when I dry off with you.  But at least I’m dry.  So I’ll choose you over Blue Towel any day.

Your Friend and Mine,

AJ

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