Speaking of men's bathrooms. Why is it that they're always so much more disgusting than women's? I have two jobs where part of my duties is to clean bathrooms, and in both cases, the guys' is always so gross. Why are guys seemingly incapable of wiping the seat if they miss? Why is a guys' bathroom mirror always more splattered than the one in the girls' bathroom? Why can't guys rinse out the sink and leave it at least somewhat clean? And why do they always smell worse than girls'?
You know, just curious. It's one of those great mysteries of life.
Although Laurel and I were discussing this same little quandary, and during the course of that discussion, I decided that I would rather clean a girls' bathroom, but wash a guy's underwear. Girls' underwear has too much... stuff. Goopies, as Melody would say.
Laura's response to that? "That's because guys wear boxers, so everything runs down their legs into their socks."
One year ago today: A dress for my sister's grad. Four bright postcards--yellow, blue, green, and orange--that I'll frame and put in my kitchen when I move. Each has a word on it--Cherish, Create, Dream, and Marvel--and then phrases about that word around the edge. A pair of jeans at Unlimited Blue for $10. Oh, the Places You'll Go, by Dr. Seuss, for my sister's grad gift. A birthday present for Lynsae. Welcome to the World, Baby Girl, by Fannie Flagg, for me. I think that's it. And almost all of it was on sale, cheap to begin with, or necessary.
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