divine angst

OK, kids, this is probably my last post for a while. I have a 2 o’clock meeting and I’m leaving it early to get home, grab the bags and the husband, and GO ON VACATION!

I’ll try to take lots of pictures of the beautiful OCEAN (God, I love the ocean, love it love it love it), the BAHAMAS (beaches are cool, too), and all the FUN we’ll be having (Lord knows we need a little fun!).

So expect some cruiseblogging on Tuesday. (Phone calls out are $8/minute; I can’t imagine what they’ll charge for internet access, so there will be no live blogging.) If I have time, I’ll get to Friday Spies© on Tuesday as well.

Have a lovely weekend and know that, no matter what you are doing, I am having more fun than you are. Hee!

1. Toilet paper holders in public bathrooms that only roll halfway around before they stop. Then the toilet paper rips off and you have to try again. Before you know it, you’re stuck with a handful of 3-square long pieces of paper. I probably waste MORE toilet paper getting frustrated with those damn things than I would otherwise—and I’m sure they were invented to save paper, by someone who wasn’t actually USING them.

2. Commercials that display henpecked men and overbearing mothers/wives. Like the one about TV control—not sure what, exactly, they’re advertising, but it sounds sort of like the V-chip, where you can set certain channels that can only be watched if you enter a password. Anyway, this helpless husband wants to watch something and his daughter has tell him why he can’t get the channel—because he apparently doesn’t know anything about what goes on in the house—and then she has to tell him him that, if he wants to watch that channel, he has to have “Mommy’s” password. He asks “Mommy” if he can watch a certain show—this is her HUSBAND, by the way—and she looks at him with that sort of funny disappointed look and says, “NO!” And he looks sheepish. Seriously? I want to kick her.

3. Any kind of lotion or spray that smells like baby powder. It’s called baby powder for a reason. If you are a grown woman, you should not be wearing Love’s Baby Soft, and no company should ever produce a air freshener spray that smells like baby powder. All I can think when I smell it is, There’s a dirty diaper around here somewhere, isn’t there?

Didn’t they make a movie about this?