birthday gift I received
poo-pourri
my reaction: Poo-Pourri is a toilet spray you use before you take a number 2. I got a 2 oz bottle which is good up to 100 uses so it should last me a week. The scent I got is sea salt, bergamot, and eucalyptus. I’m not sure how sea salt factors into making a fresh scent. Sea salt doesn’t even smell like any thing. Sea salt just makes me want to cook not crap.
i guess
I like to do the act of self-pity. It was my birthday this past week and 5 minutes into waking up on my birthday I said, “well… I guess my birthday is over”. I said that because I was already doing something responsible like putting away the dishes. I guess I don’t think I should do anything that resembles work on my birthday. I wasn’t mowing the lawn or doing anything strenuous either. I was doing the simplest of chores. Can you picture yourself wiping crumbs off the kitchen table saying, “well I guess my birthday is over”. No, because you’re not petty.
wake up vacuum
Summer is here and that means kids are home from school. I’m so jealous of my teen stepdaughters who get to sleep in every morning. These kids would sleep until night if they could. I will passively aggressively make noise when I’m headed to work just to wake them up. I will empty the dishwasher by clanking mugs, plates, and silverware. I will vacuum the carpet at 7:45 am. I will grunt loudly like I’m a gorilla when I’m taking out the garbage. These are all justifiable sounds as these household chores need to be done. My next step is vacuuming there room while they are sleeping or making their bed while in it.
manufacturing ocd
I’m becoming more OCD the older I get. I will make my bed immediately when I wake up. I don’t even have a chance to get out of bed and I’m making it. I make my bed while I’m in my bed. It’s actually quite efficient. Not even after one minute of being up I’m already straightening the sheets and fluffing my pillows. It gets the day going. It’s beneficial OCD. I feel accomplished and I haven’t taken one step out of my bed. OCD is a good thing.
sky scare
I went to Polish fest for Father’s Day with my son. Polish fest is an festival celebrating Polish culture. We went on free day. Of course I went on free day. We rode the sky glide. The sky glide is basically a ski lift but it’s used at fairs or amusement parks to get from one end to the other. I didn’t realize how scared I was when I used the sky glide. I thought we were going to fall instantly on a crowd of people. It does not seem safe at all. You’re sitting on the sky glider which is attached to a long rope. I was scared for the obese because I for sure that they would plummet.
nail fly
I get so much satisfaction when I cut my toe nails. I feel like a new person. It’s so satisfying with every snip. The sound of the snip every time I go into a nail makes me smile. It’s relieving. It’s like the sound of opening a canned beverage. It’s releasing that tension. It’s therapuetic. I grow out my toe nails pretty long so I get a nice gratifying sound effect. It’s a great way to relieve stress. I love seeing how far a nail can fly after I trim my claws down. I can get distance. I should be the Guiness book of world records for furthest nail clipping distance.
doogie howser moment
In conclusion, I had a great birthday even though it only lasted 5 minutes. I also had a great Father’s Day at Polish fest even though I was scared of the sky glide. I challenge anyone to see if they can clip a toenail further than I can, especially my step kids, it would give them a goal for the summer. They say be good at something even if that something is weird. I’m becoming good at being OCD. Lastly, I miss the smell of my poo. Poo shouldn’t smell nice.