Who thought that putting a snack bar in the Hard Rock Cafe TOILET was a good idea? Really? I could see the good in selling the sanitary napkins, advil, etc. at the counter. Those are the types of items you would find in a bathroom medicine cabinet, so it isn’t a stretch to encounter them in a public toilet. However, the idea of unwrapping a snickers bar in a TOILET and chowing down on it leaves me with a creeping sense of horror.
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I am quirky; this my friends know. I have an affinity for the dentist’s office, hospitals, and needles. I don’t mind blood draws, I think hospitals smell nice, and I have a tendency to fall asleep while getting my teeth cleaned. I can’t help it, I am just stressed out enough and just enough of a hausfrau martyr that the only way I can relax is through forced confinement. Hospital stays are the only vacations I get from my kids, and the dentist’s chair, these days, is the closest I will get to a spa.
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I remember my father driving in the car, fumbling with the lyrics to an untold number of songs. I have been known on occasion to do the same, though usually late at night when I am driving, no one else is awake or riding with me, and I am trying to stay awake. It appears that my son, the tank, has inherited this predisposition as well, though amplified a million times over because of his astounding lack of vocabulary.
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When you live in my house, you get used to a lot of things. Things That Are Odd. I often say things I never thought I would have to say, or hear things I never expected to hear. Usually they are difficult to explain out of context, particularly to strangers.
I love my kids, they are such characters. My youngest boy is a very serious little fellow, he takes himself rather seriously. He is finally starting to grasp verbal communication and that is making him more friendly but he is definitely way more reserved, and frankly much more naughty, than his brother. He is the child who inherited all of Luna’s bad habits, like digging in the trashcan to look for sandwich crusts.
» Continue reading “Being raised by a pack of dogs. Dogs with gross habits.”
