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Yesterday’s post reminded me of another mystery: How can someone walk around all day without extreme anxiety, knowing this is sitting on his bathroom counter?
That is a bottle of rubbing alcohol (doesn’t that stuff evaporate quickly or something?), with the cap upside down, balancing on the neck of the bottle, and a Q-Tip on top for good measure. Oh, and did you notice that the bottle is hanging off the edge of the recessed sink?
Men are weird. And yes, I put it away after I took the photo.
Is it just me, or would this make you uncomfortable about drinking the soda, too? I mean, I don’t see how that could have happened as an error in the normal packaging process. (Yes, the 4-pack and the 8-pack were both inside the 12-pack, which is supposed to contain loose cans.)
Shea’s Blog has this week’s Objectivist Round Up.
Sammy was really upset about something and no matter what I said, she didn’t like it. Finally, I asked her, “Do you want me to just be quiet?” She said, very sweetly and sincerely:
NO, MOMMY. I WANT YOU TO TALK TO ME BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO USE ANY WORDS.
I even managed not to laugh. (I’m getting better at that!)
Samantha is currently fascinated with good guys, bad guys, and policemen. The other day, we saw a policeman and Sam said:
MOMMY, IS THAT A POLICEMAN?
Yes.
AND POLICEMEN LOCK UP BAD GUYS AND NEVER LET THEM OUT?
Well, yes, sometimes they lock up bad guys to keep the good people safe.
AND THEY LOCK THEM IN A ROOM.
They lock them in jail, or prison.
NO, MOMMY, NOT JAIL. THEY LOCK THEM IN NEW JERSEY.
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