I am not going to talk about the weather. Instead, I am going to act like it is a misbehaving toddler that I wish to give no negative (nor positive) attention to. I will just sit here and be thankful for the air conditioning, and the much cooler forecast I saw for Cape Cod during our upcoming travels. (No, I haven't looked at that forecast in the past twenty-four hours because I need to believe it hasn't changed much.)
I have some moderately disappointing blog news to kick things off...
1) I have been unfollowed by someone. When I am not busy letting it bother me, I tell myself how it really shouldn't bother me.
2) I feel like I have let you all down, in that we waited too long to test that toilet paper. The survey is now closed, and I will never be able to share the glorious questions that I am sure were contained within. I will tell you this, as much as I disliked the first box of toilet paper, the second was worse. My daughter emerged from the bathroom exclaiming "What was that? I don't do rest stop toilet paper!" Also, in case there were any inquiring minds, we did not check off all 500 boxes for the 165 sheet diary roll (just 24). I hope my failure to provide an end to this illustrious tale does not cause me to lose more followers.
I am happy to announce that I colored my hair yesterday, without incident. I look $6.00 (price of box) better! I do not think this is the boost needed to propel me towards my 25th reunion. Make no mistake, it is not that I looked any better then, rather it would've been nice to give the impression that I had finally learned how to use styling tools and products (and makeup beyond mascara).
I used a can of tuna fish the other day, and was instantly reminded of why I don't do so more often. Ew, that smell! I was wondering if that smell appeals to anyone without four legs and fur. I am not disputing that a tuna melt sandwich is a delightful thing, but that whiff in the air? Bleah.
The other day, I saw a picture of myself with my cousins, and I was wearing overalls. I don't think the photo was old enough for me to be rocking such a look. There was another shot in which I have overall shorts. Why could I not get enough of that dreadful style on myself. Now that I have mentioned my cousins, I realize that there is an actual professionally taken portrait of me with other cousins, and I was wearing...corduroy overalls! Wow! How many cycles have those pants lived? Or, was I just perpetually out of fashion?
Speaking of pants, I saw something in Walmart that made me shudder the other day. (As if that sentence could've ended a different way.) I was way too close to get the camera phone working, and also had my daughter right next to me. Those three women would've taken both of us down. The one I wanted to pose with had leggings as pants, and they were working overtime to hold things in place. I just hope she had a lot of tools at home to help her remove them from, what I can only imagine must've been almost to, her esophagus.
Remember the peer-to-peer awards where my husband works? (Click here if not.) Well, in an effort to make them even more, oh I don't know, cheesy? They've been renamed...
So far he has received a plastic salad bowl with a lid and a freezable insert, oh and a little cup for dressing. I just can't fathom what fabulous thing he did to be allowed to choose such a swell gift.
Why? WHY did I not trust my instincts that were shouting at me that the recipe said the wrong size loaf pan?
Well, I guess that was enough random information, that you probably didn't need to know, for one week. I appreciate the opportunity to lighten the load in my mind before I start packing for vacation...so much to do! Plus, the people across the street are mulching, and I need to go keep watch in case they burst into flames. I would totally leave my fortress of cool-itude to douse them with the garden hose if needed. I am that kind of neighbor.
Stacy is still out traveling and giving more proof to the notion that my US geography knowledge stinks! Stop by to visit!