So, I get up this morning feeling very excited about my day. The kids are still sleeping so this is the perfect time for an energizing shower. I skip to the bathroom, singing a happy song, and enter the temple of cleanliness....or that was the plan...(que up the Jaws theme...) I begin my cleansing when out of nowhere I am assaulted by a shampoo bottle. It leaped right from the cubby and landed squarely on my foot. Owza! I leaned down to pick it up (only to find it's almost empty) when I am conked on the head by a bottle of body wash (again, almost empty.) Ahhh....I now realize what is happening here....it's a blatant attack of the shower zombies... Shower zombies, you say? You gotta be kidding...or am I? I bet you have some in your shower too. You know, those bottles that linger on after you have already replaced them with nice, full bottles of luxurious soaps & shampoos? I think they have some weird cloak of invisibility that kicks in when they get down to about a quarter ...