Shower Soothers!
Yes, I like exclamation points in my titles this week. What can I say, I live an exciting life.
And no, it's not a porno. When I took my trip to Walgreens yesterday, I saw this cool new product. It's a tablet you put in the shower, and the hot water releases menthol/eucalyptus-type vapors that clear out your sinuses. I liked it, but had I not had a rebate, I don't know if I would have paid $3.99 for it. Plus I call eucalyptus the "evil E" because I hate that smell.
I'm cooling off about yesterday's dogfrontation. Those people don't need to worry about us yelling at their dog. In fact, we really won't be talking to them ever again. I thought they were cool and fairly intelligent, and turns out they're big frigging dopes who don't know how to keep a dog. Dumbasses. It's their funeral. Think I'll listen to my mom's advice: Don't get hung up on someone else's problem.
Here's the thing: M and I were talking this morning, and there's no one in our neighborhood we'd WANT to hang out with. Everyone else, including the dog idiots, is in their early-mid-40s with kids. We're in our early 30s with no children. M says that most people our age don't own homes as nice as ours, and we're in with an older crowd. Still, it would be nice to have good neighbors. I get almost pathologically lonely out in what I still think of as Cow Country, even after five years here. Wish people in New England in general were friendlier.
And no, it's not a porno. When I took my trip to Walgreens yesterday, I saw this cool new product. It's a tablet you put in the shower, and the hot water releases menthol/eucalyptus-type vapors that clear out your sinuses. I liked it, but had I not had a rebate, I don't know if I would have paid $3.99 for it. Plus I call eucalyptus the "evil E" because I hate that smell.
I'm cooling off about yesterday's dogfrontation. Those people don't need to worry about us yelling at their dog. In fact, we really won't be talking to them ever again. I thought they were cool and fairly intelligent, and turns out they're big frigging dopes who don't know how to keep a dog. Dumbasses. It's their funeral. Think I'll listen to my mom's advice: Don't get hung up on someone else's problem.
Here's the thing: M and I were talking this morning, and there's no one in our neighborhood we'd WANT to hang out with. Everyone else, including the dog idiots, is in their early-mid-40s with kids. We're in our early 30s with no children. M says that most people our age don't own homes as nice as ours, and we're in with an older crowd. Still, it would be nice to have good neighbors. I get almost pathologically lonely out in what I still think of as Cow Country, even after five years here. Wish people in New England in general were friendlier.
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