Why is it I only think to chew a breath mint AFTER I’ve had an unexpected conversation (face to face, of course) with someone? I know altoids are powerful, but there’s no way they can waft back into time.
Speaking of smells, I hate/despise/loathe the smell of J&J’s baby lotion. I received some sample-sized bottles and thought, hey, I’ll keep one in my purse for those days I’m wearing sandals and forget to treat my heels. J&J is crap, et al. Gerber’s oatmeal baby lotion on the other hand? Yummmmm.
On the same vein as the halotosis cover-up, why is it on the day I decide to forego makeup and contacts, one of the visitors to the office is a hot, tan, skier from Colorado? I’m sure I made quite an impression:
Could this possibly be a case of Art imitating Life? I wonder if she has a line somewhere in the movie that goes something like this, “I just wanted it more, so of course it happened!” Whatever. You have to cut her SOME slack for marrying a living zombie.
Wouldn’t it be kind of cool to have a boyfriend/husband named Jesus?
- “Jesus, you’re snoring AGAIN!”
- “Yes, Jesus, I shut off my text notification from Twitter.”
- “Jesus, I wish once, just once, you would pick up your dirty sandals off the bedroom floor!”
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While drafting this, a co-worker popped up behind me and asked, “What’s Punch Drunk?”
“It’s what happens to you when you pop up behind someone at work while their drafting a blog post. Duh!”
