In my first Chicago apartment the bathroom didn't have towel bars. Instead, there were big hooks on the north wall of the bathroom to hold our towels. Above each hook was a small metal label holder, the kind you find on the front of big, sturdy magazine boxes in order to properly indentify the contents of the box. You know, Scientific America, 1995. We had one above each hook. This way Micah and I could tell whose towel was whose by having our hooks labeled (not to mention for identification of the hooks being used by each and any of our houseguests and "houseguests").

Last night, while cleaning out an old box of things, I came across labels I had made up to slide into the holders above the hooks. Aside from "Micah" and "Josh" some of the labels I had made included:

"Secretly Likes Chevy Chase"
"One of Charlie's Angels"
"1/3 Jamaican"
"Kevin Bacon"
"Never Admits to Farting"
"Tapioca for Brains"
"Your Worst Nightmare!"
"Santa's Little Helper"
"Yo Mama!"
"Could Stand to Lose 5 lbs."
"Ran Out of Condoms Last Night"
"An Original Baywatch Cast Member"