Have I mentioned how much I love my house? It is tiny (500 sq ft). It is ancient (built 1948). It is in a neighborhood where people shoot each other rather distressingly often.
But it has several fabulous features. I can walk to the beach. It is mine all mine (well, to rent at least. But no one else lives here.)
And it has an outside shower. My landlord put it on the wall outside the laundry room after some previous tenant jammed the drain by washing her laborador retriever in the bathroom.
Nothing feels better than showering outside in the warm sun on a spring afternoon, especially after I am all sweaty and dirty from gardening. It is relaxing way beyond any indoor shower and when I am done, I feel all floaty and happy.
Of course I was wearing a swimsuit! Is that how you think of me? I'm shocked.