I have tried to convince myself of this since I was a child. Now, as an adult living with four sticky children, "a wanna be full-time farmer" husband, and a sometimes sticky dog, I still don't believe it.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Insanity
I'm not sure insanity is the word, maybe stupidity sums them up better. Reading news stories like this and this really make my life seem normal. Some days I am glad for that.
EWWWW! I was going to stop at one of those vacuums this week and clean my car, but I guess it'll just have to stay dirty. Also, anything that falls in a toilet (especially a public one) is dead to me. Hans does not understand why I did not fish my sunglasses out of the zoo toilet, rinse them, and continue wearing.
The car wash thing disgusts me to no end. And I'm sure to know when Lisa gets to this blog I'm sure to hear the screaming at my house. I suppose I should say thanks for sharing, but I'm not sure!
A runner's creed: I will win; if I cannot win, I shall be second; if I cannot be second, I shall be third; if I cannot place at all, I shall still do my best.
Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident - It is as common as life. ~Henry David Thoreau, 11 March 1842, letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson
As a child I would sit on my hands, palm side up, to try to get the sticky off them. This was especially important to do after eating an orange. Then in the next breath I would pour Elmer's glue all over my palm, spread it thinly, and wait for it to dry. Once it was dry I would carefully peel it off and then bury it in the flower pot outside. I've learned to use soap and warm water, my oldest son has a fascination with glue, I still can't find pants that "fit", I would like to burn all socks and bras (except of course those that I wear to run), and if I didn't run everyday I would need to be medicated, heavily, with either Prozac or chocolate. Then I really would have a difficult time finding pants that fit.
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EWWWW! I was going to stop at one of those vacuums this week and clean my car, but I guess it'll just have to stay dirty. Also, anything that falls in a toilet (especially a public one) is dead to me. Hans does not understand why I did not fish my sunglasses out of the zoo toilet, rinse them, and continue wearing.
The car wash thing disgusts me to no end. And I'm sure to know when Lisa gets to this blog I'm sure to hear the screaming at my house. I suppose I should say thanks for sharing, but I'm not sure!
I knew there was a toilet involved before I touched the link. I need to go lay down... and drink.... yeah a drink will help. Eww.
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