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I am nearly finished with the book Getting Things Done by David Allen so I decided to celebrate by getting up early this morning. Ahhhh…the art of stress free productivity. I exercised on the elliptical machine for 30 minutes while I studied Hebrew vocabulary. Then I did 50 pushups and 100 situps because my wife tells me that I am getting love handles. Wow. I am off to one great start. I jump in the shower and put peppermint shampoo in my hair. As usual, I leave the peppermint in my hair so I can feel it sink deep into my scalp. I can tell this is going to be a swell day. I grab my blue, girly-looking sponge (someone tells me it helps with exfoliation, whatever that means) off a hook in the shower. At that moment, my mind flashed back to another scary shower scene created by Alfred Hitchcock. Except in my case no knife was involved—it was something much worse. Now I can’t remember if I screamed like Macaulay Culkin as I saw the cockroach falling or as the cockroach hit the floor. I was trying to jump out of the shower while the stupid thing was trying to jump out of the shower with me. After 53 seconds of dancing with the cucaracha I made it out of the shower and my Macgyver mode kicked in. I quickly grabbed the toilet plunger and trapped the little bugger in the shower before she could escape. Then I ran into the kitchen to get a ziplock bag. No easy death for this one. It must suffer a slow, solitary death for messing up my morning. It worked. The cockroach fell for my trap. I even took pictures of my victory over this vile creature. After that, it was clean up time. I threw away my girly-looking sponge because it was probably full of cockroach babies. Then I washed out the tub, finished my shower, and put the cockroach in the garbage before my wife woke up (she hates bugs). So the moral of the story? Don’t forget to vote.