Sentences with phrase «minutes after taking a shower»

The bathroom in her apartment didn't have a vent fan, so she opened a window for a few minutes after taking a shower.

The bathroom in her apartment didn't have a vent fan, so she opened a window for a few minutes after taking a shower.

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After taking a few in Shanghai because the water took five minutes to warm up that I couldn't stand wasting, in December of 2013, I took thirty days of cold showers.

After I threw the potatoes in the skillet to cook for ten minutes I set the timer, told Mr. Maebell to stir them occasionally, ran and took the fastest shower ever and finished preparing dinner only half dressed with soaking wet hair.

I plan to keep taking my quickies AKA 5 - minute showers, even after the challenge ends.

On really bad days, we just have a fight, and then I lock myself in the bathroom alone for twenty solid minutes (after hubby is home) and either: read a book, do my nails, or take a long hot shower so I can recover some of my resources.

If you're like me and only exercise for about 30 minutes at a time, you might just want to wear a regular sports bra with nursing pads in it and then change into a nursing bra after taking a shower.

My baby was put onto my chest in the water immedietly after birth and we stayed there for at least 15 minutes until my placenta detached, then daddy took baby so I could take a quick shower and by then he was rooting.

After at least 20 minutes you can take a shower and rinse off the oil.

After much research, I ordered this New Century Shower Filter for our shower and it only took five minutes to install (even forShower Filter for our shower and it only took five minutes to install (even forshower and it only took five minutes to install (even for me!).

While pregnant, take a cold shower for no longer than three minutes and stop altogether after the seventh month.

Always start with hot shower and after about 3 — 5 minutes when your body is warm enough take a 3 — 5 min cold shower slowly reducing the temperature until it is really cold.

If you can't take a shower of bath then you can also put a hot rag and let it soak into your pubic hair for 5 + minutes and after that...

After spending a few weeks up high on the flanks of Mt. Everest, just taking a shower down at base camp with real soap and shampoo felt like a day at a luxury spa (even though I was standing underneath a plastic tarp on a bunch of jagged rocks, and the water that was coming out of the portable shower spout had been warmed up by a burning pile of yak dung just minutes before).

«mommy can I touch this» or «I was looking for this toy» but then after a few minutes she laid her eyes on her prized possession and asked me you think I can drive my «mini cooper» and since the weather was not terrible I told her after the cleanup she can take a quick shower and then she can drive it.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.