by Lloyd 4 Comments
by Lauren 4 Comments
Merry Christmas Eve, everyone!
Here’s a topic that is not exactly appropriate for the day, but I feel that I need to get this information out there. If you know someone who designs public restrooms, please share this post with them.
Ahem:
Quit designing bathrooms where the door opens and the first thing you see is the toilet!! Nearly every single-toilet bathroom I visit has a layout like this:
Why??? I haven’t been walked in on, but don’t think that I don’t fret about it when I’m in there. Why not set it up so that the first thing an intruder would see is the sink? That would give me some key hollering seconds.
Occupied! Occupied!
Here ends the plea.
by Lauren 2 Comments
I went to the doctor Saturday morning because I’ve been losing my voice, and I’ve talked to three people this past week who said it was the first sign that they had strep. Yikes! I wanted to make sure that’s not what I have, and I don’t. It’s just some sinus drainage, and I got a prescription cough syrup. Sweet, medicated dreams – here I come! I’m sharing it with Lloyd, so he will stop his incessant nighttime coughing get well, too.
In other news, we went over to Beth’s for dinner and to decorate Christmas cookies. She is amazing – dinner, cookies and decoration supplies and she didn’t even break a sweat!
I saw that she had some Dum Dum suckers, so we cracked up a few and tried some windowpane cookies:
Load ’em up, kids.
Here is what they looked like before baking. I thought that the candy should be even with the top of the dough, but I didn’t account for the empty space remaining in each hole. The trees didn’t turn out as well as I thought, but they were still pretty.
The stars, though, were quite successful. Too bad the camera work was not.
Feelin’ a little more Christmas-y! (cough cough)
by Lauren 3 Comments
Did I ever tell you that my sister is a fiber artist? When she came back from college for one of her breaks, I remember that she taught me how felt is made from wool fibers. We sat by the bathtub with warm water, a bit of shampoo, and massaged some wool as she explained how the water makes the fibers swell, causing the little ‘hooks’ on each strand to come out, and the shampoo makes it slippery so the fibers can slide over each other, and the little hooks keep grabbing onto other little hooks until that mass of fibers becomes one solid piece of fabric.
That is also what happens when you accidentally throw a wool sweater into the wash because you are doing a load of bathroom rugs and don’t remember throwing the sweater in the pile because deep cleaning a bathroom is hard work and whew! – you can’t remember when you’ve ever been this hot cleaning a bathroom.
Later, you will find that all the little hooks found more little hooks, thereby shrinking your thrift-store sweater.
Dang it.
Fun fact: Every single time I typed ‘sweater’, I spelled it ‘sweather’ first.
by Lauren 6 Comments
Food fact: Freshly shredded cheese is more delicious than the same, unshredded cheese. Why is that?
by Lauren 6 Comments
Dear Immune System,
Hello. My name is Lauren, and though you might not know me, you’re probably familiar with my work. See, when you drop the ball, I am the one who gets to pick up the pieces. I try to diagnose symptoms, figure out which medicine might work, and bring juice to your Boss (unless I get sidetracked*).
You, Immune System, are pretty much worthless. I would also like to point out that this is the third birthday in a row that you have ruined for your Boss, and I would like to speak to your supervisor about it.
Disgruntledly,
Lauren
Happy Birthday, Lloyd. Enjoy your cold.
*True story. He was up in bed and I asked him what he needed. He said some juice would be nice. I went downstairs, but took along a load of laundry, put it in the washer, folded some towels, noticed the litter needed scooping, scooped, then decided to just change out the litter since it had never been done, then swept the floor, then took the trash out, and then the trash to the curb, then came inside and lo and behold! There was Lloyd sitting at the table drinking…. a glass of juice.
Oops.