1) Why am I so against spending $4 (or less) on lunch pre-purchased from the supermarket, but okay with spending $5 (or more) to go out and get the same thing?
2) Why do some people consistently bring so many bags with them to work. I’m not talking on special occasion days, but the people you see day in and out with four bags (duffles, sacks, bags, cases, etc.)… what are they bringing into work?
Dear Ladies (and maybe gentlemen, I don’t know),
I would like to present you with another reason whhhhhyyyyy you should wash your hands after using the restroom.
Yes, the hygiene of tinkling is one thing and I’m presuming that you’re TOTALLY washing after “making a deposit”, however, it has come to my attention lately that some ladies choose to flush with their feet.
EW.
Okay, at least I can try to fathom where the handle has been (and what it may be covered in) if it’s being plunged by hand.
However, do you know where your feet have been?
Egads… on further review, the spigot and soap dispenser are probably teeeeemmmiiingg with germs.
So, while you may not agree with my not-pre-dispensing the paper towels, at least I’m not giving just a rinse and I make sure my bidness is flushed, so stop with the icy stare. Thankyouverymuch.
Love,
Stephanie
Unrelated, but Also…
It needs to warm up because I FINALLY found dark brown sandals that I can wear and that I love.
kthnxbai.
from shoes.com
Dear Lady Crossing Pearl Street this morning,
You know when is the best time to check for items in your purse?
I’ll give you a hint, it’s not when you’re in the middle of crossing a street.
Dear Tailgater in Front of Me,
Stop signs are for everyone. Stopping with the car in front of you does not qualify as stopping.
P.S. It’s called a blinker, learn it. Use it. Love it.
Dear Personal Space Invaders,
When a pregnant lady has her bump on display, it does not give you the right/liberty/freedom to touch her belly. Maybe she’s just tired of wearing baggy clothes all the time.
Dear Drive-Through Boxes,
If I say I don’t want a combo meal*, please do not ask me if I want fries and a drink with my sandwich.
Dear Tim Hortons,
20 minutes fresh doesn’t apply to decaf?
Dear Parking Lot Patrons,
Parking like a civil human being is one of your duties. I doubt anyone wants to hit your 1994 Grand Marquis.
Dear Bailey,
Please stop rolling in whatever you’re rolling in out in the yard. It stinks and will only result in more baths for you.
*Typically a sammich, fries and a beverage.
Here is the fridge we used to have…. circa 1995-ish
It wasn’t a bad fridge, totally did it’s job…
Please to notice the space between the top and the sides of said fridge.
Being 15 years old, well, it wasn’t as energy efficient as it once was and well, frankly, it sounded like there was a chicken inside, despite my vacuuming.
Won't someone think of the starving children?!?
So, we made the executive decision that it was time to upgrade.
OM NOM NOM NOM
Oh sweet 25 cubic feet of space, how I adore thee…
Stainless "look" so it won't take fingerprints or dog noses
Notice, if you will, the lack of space between the wall, counter, cabinets and fridge.
”I was more concerned about the height and didn’t really think about the width…”, explained Steve. I’m pretty sure I asked him about width, but at that time, I couldn’t go three hours without a nap, so I’m pretty sure I just trusted him.
Would sir prefer his ice cubed or crushed?
Needles to say, when he got home yesterday, there was a fair amount of sawing, sanding, etc.
“You know, for a new fridge, there’s an awful lot of sawing and hammering going on in here…”
And, to freak out Curly, here’s where 90% of the stuff that WAS on the fridge ended up. The fryer (EWWWWW) is in the cabinets above the fridge, which meant I had to dispose of 10 bottles of where’d-we-get-this-from? liquor
Clumsy girls gotta have access to her pot holders. And menu. And calendar.
Originally I was going to post a nifty little before and after piece as it is 1130am and I already have a spanking new pedicure and a new fridge.
However, when someone (STEVE) was taking measurements, he forgot to count the countertop overhang and now there is a 25 c.f. Fridge in the middle of my kitchen.
Whoda thunk 1/8 of an inch would make so much difference.
I already removed moulding and tried to connect the waterline (successful, but too drippy for my comfort) so he’s going to have to figure out what to do with the counter when he gets back from going to Cleveland to see The Dan Band.
I had to do a double take, but it’s true.
BEST EVENING EVER (even with the glute-torture at the gym and having to give Beans a bath)
First and foremost, if you smoke, I don’t care.
Really, I don’t.
I have many friends who smoke and whatever, it’s your choice and you’ve heard it all before; I’m not here to lecture you.
However, I do care that you smoke within 3 inches of the door/entrance of a public building.
I know it’s raining/snowing/sunny. I understand that no one likes to get wet.
I also know that I hate walking through a cloud of smoke to get in/out of a building. Especially seeing as NYS law pretty much dictates that you have to be 20 feet away.
And WTF is up with you people who stick FLAMMABLE PAPER OBJECTS in the butt bucket?
You know what smells worse than 100 snubbed out smokes?
100 snubbed out smokes on fire.
Filters aren’t supposed to burn.
Also, if you’re going to smoke in public, please, watch your lit end…
A baggage handler dropped ash on my Harrods Bear and I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve found little round holes on my personal items.
Today’s rant brought to you by: The train operator who smokes 3 feet from the door, thus blowing all of his smoke into the car.
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Now playing: Nine Inch Nails – Suck
via FoxyTunes
please, stop bouncing 
