And that, folks, just about says it all. Brown hair, brown eyes, 5 foot 6 inches, size 7 and a half shoe, first kiss at age 25, PG. That’s me in a nutshell. I’m ok with it. I got a PG for having the word ‘dead’ twice and ‘kill’ once… well, I guess three times and two times now. I better watch it or I’ll be up to PG-13 before I know it. Those darn chickens. I’ll have to be a bit more discreet whilst discussing the realities of small farm life and foxes and such. Sorry to any I’ve offended thus far.
Have I mentioned that The Boy turns 30 tomorrow? Yes. More on this Monday, but we met on his birthday… a long, long time ago. Ok, so not that long ago. But it seems like forever. In a good way. I meant that in a good way.
Have I mentioned that Ry Girl is seriously into brushing her teeth? It’s just about the funniest thing ever. She will allow you to brush your own but then DEMANDS the brush be put into her mouth. She moves her head for you. I encourage this new habit, as the things she’s been getting into lately warrent healthy hygiene habits. You know… dog food, toilet bowls, wood chips.
And finally, a little reader poll. You’ll need some background on this one.
[cut to the movie theater bathroom]
young wild and crazy girl in adjacent stall: Like, when we get our apartment, I totally want to get a pink toilet.
her equally wild and crazy friend in an opposite stall: Totally. AND, we should get a pink sink. Wouldn’t that be AWESOME?
wild and crazy #1: Yeah- totally. Ugh. I hate flushing. I hate touching that handle. GA-ross.
wild and crazy #2: TOTALLY. I wash my hands like 42 times after using these bathrooms.
[three flushes and end scene]
Ok. Many things here… from public toilets to handwashing to unrealistic expectations of first apartments to ValleyGirl lingo thriving in West Michigan, but let me ignore all that. It’s killing me, but let’s ignore all that and focus.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Who actually touches the handle on those super-flush-take-no-prisoners toilets? You kick it with your foot! You don’t bend over, risking life limb and Strep B, and flush it with your hand on the handle. You flush it with your FOOT. Right? Is that just me? Puh-LEASE. Gag me with a spoon.
Happy weekend to you all. We shall be celebrating until the cows come home. And I mean that.