This Week's Hairbrained Musings (14)

Another week of moments and musing...

*When a having a conversation with a country girl, and she says "Well, isn't that something?!", you may as well stop talking right then and there.  She either doesn't understand what you're talking about, or doesn't give a damn.  Either way, you are wasting your time.

*I don't care how well it works, when I smell Febreeze my brain immediately starts to imagine all the funky possibilities that would have prompted the use of such a product.  I wonder if that's why that clean, fresh scent makes me gag a little?

*Don't tell your children they can eat whatever they want unless you really mean it.  I certainly didn't expect whatever to mean mozzarella cheese rolled in bread and dipped in honey, but it did.  Blech!

*You know you're a redneck when you've set up your pop-up camper in the school parking lot behind your house to clean it, and instead you find yourself hanging out it in while your kids play.  Of course, I could just be a procrastinator...

*I have discovered that people think they are invisible when driving their cars.  I have seen people that I am sure would never pick their nose in public, that will really go to town at it while waiting at a stoplight.  UGH!!!

*Nothing induces panic like that third hour of a power outage when you start to wonder if the things in your fridge are going to survive.  My imagination is an evil thing during times like that.

*Skinny jeans should not come in any size considered a "plus size".  It just doesn't make sense.

*I absolutely LOVE getting carded at the "Adult Beverage Center".  It means: 1) I haven't visited frequently enough for the cashiers to remember me personally, and 2) I still look youthful enough to be asked.  I find myself trying harder to look good on my next visit after the rare occasion that I get carded-- is that sad?

*I notice that there are a lot more of our brand of "hilarious" moments at my house during the first few weeks of school.  I suppose exhaustion has something to do with that, but what ever it is, my washing machine is getting a work out!

Until next time...