There's nothing like the warning labels on "idiot proof" objects. One of my stocking stuffer presents for Christmas was a petty bottle of lavender-vanilla hand soap. I set it in my bathroom without a thought. That is, until, after company had come over, and the bottle had gotten turned around. And, there it was, in all caps: THIS IS NOT FOOD. DO NOT EAT. The saddest part? You know that warning is there...because someone's done it! Cue: dismay. Have a great day! Voted!
On this cold rainy Sunday I pass on something I learned a long time ago: Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn’t! Your vote is in!
Okay. I have a question / observation after a couple months here. After sending a lot of messages here: Is there a glitch in the "human verification system," does it know I'm not human, does one plus one no longer equal two...or am I genuinely too dumb to add single digits? I get an error every time I send a new message. Hmm. Have a great day! Votes are in!
Hey, hope you had a great day. Mine was kinda weird. My work cell phone was having issues and kept ringing when it wasn't really ringing (nobody was calling)--it just kept playing some tune that I didn't even know was on the phone. Still haven't found it and I checked all the tunes. I thought I was going crazy but my son and future daughter-in-law heard it too. And I was not feeling good this morning. Feeling better now but this morning was rough. Good enough to run in and vote :)
Facts: Every family on Earth is dysfunctional. And, everyone thinks their family is craziest. Here's my entry in family lunacy: The time is 9:00, New Years Eve. The hoard of children are bored of their zombie shooting game. What next? Naturally...the old childhood game of cops and robbers becomes survivors versus zombies. Makeup and all. After all, what new year can truly start unless you've been tasked with impersonating a zombie? And, as the artsy one...my task was, assemble cardboard stage, assign harmless weapons, do makeup I can easily clean later, lead my zombies, and recruit a cousin to lead the survivors. This was live action Left 4 Dead, and my job was to portray a special zombie who cries to let you know she's in the area. You tell me: were my tears and wailing an act, or insanity setting in, and the wails real? New Years' check list: impersonate a zombie to entertain a bunch of kids/teenagers...check. Haha! TGIF! Votes are in!
