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Random Thursday Thoughts

•Happy birthday to Ed Sullivan. Gosh, was he cranky--a real Type A. Click the TV Guide for a link to more information if you want.


•What to NEVER buy, unless you want your bathroom to smell like a nursing home. Maybe it was just the particular scent I chose (the green one), but after installing these things in my four toilets, I had to go back through the house with a trash bag, gather the stinky things, stuff them in the trash bag, tie up the trash bag, throw the trash bag in the can outside, and wait impatiently for garbage day, which, thank God, is today. I'm trying to envision a marketing team sitting around the table sniffing samples of proposed scents and saying, "yep, that one's good." Did you all have sinus infections that day?

•Speaking of sinuses, I got my hair cut yesterday, and my hair cutter person is very skilled at scalp massages. While shampooing, she focused on my temples and asked if my sinuses were bothering me. No, they weren't, but how could she tell? I think it's a little creepy that someone washing your hair can feel that your sinuses are full of gunk. Body things are icky to begin with--I don't want to be made aware of them at the local day spa place.

•What to DEFINITELY buy if you like coffee and don't mind spending an immoral mount on an unnecessary chilled can of espresso and cream. I even like the light version--it doesn't have that nasty artificial-sweetening aftertaste. "Immoral" is a relative term when it relates to expenses, but I do think $5.99 is a lot to spend on four little cans of just about anything. The other day I was buying this four-pack at The Store and used the automatic check out lane. The scanner picked up the bar code from a single can instead of the barcode from the cardboard wrapper and wanted to charge me just $1.89. I could have gotten away with something, but I flagged down the automatic checkout woman (the one who stands there to help out the idiots who can't figure out the machines), and she fixed it for me. My good deed for the day, I guess.

Comments

Ms Mac said…
I swear, Brits are obsessed with air fresheners. Ones that you stick in the loo, stick to the wall, stick in the electrical sockets etc. When I go back there I enter soe places that are filled with horrendous sickly cloying scents an people wonder why I'd rather meet them at the pub!

I thought of that because of your toilet thingies.

Happy Birthday Ed Sullivan, you cranky old goat! Was it the Ed Sullivan show that the Beatles made their first US tv appearance on?
11:57 AM
Scout said…
Hey Ms Mac: Yes it was the Ed Sullivan Show that brought us the Beatles. In fact, I almost posted a clip of one of their performances, but when I saw Frank and Elvis I had to switch gears.

About the toilet thing: all I wanted was a cleaner--I'd prefer unscented, but good luck finding one of those!
12:42 PM
Anonymous said…
That's what you get for having 4 toilets!!

Mr anonymous
2:42 PM
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