Welcome to my 100th post. This either means that I have a lot of interesting stuff to say, or that I have bored you incessantly over the past 99. So, we begin today by taking a moment to remember all of the nonsense I have spilled out via my blog.
Ok, the moment is over. Now onto boring you to tears (or to sleep, this site is better and less addictive than Ambien) yet again.
I smell like Febreeze today. How did that happen, you ask? (Or maybe you didn't ask, but humor me.) Well, I vacuumed and cleaned out my car yesterday and then decided this morning it would be a good idea to douse the seats with Febreeze. Freshen the old girl up a bit.
So, I dutifully headed out to the garage this morning, spray bottle in one hand, work supplies in another and sprayed all of my seats liberally. Then it hit me, I had to leave for work, I have to sit on Febreeze-wetted seats. I stood there for a moment, leaned in to start the car and turned the air on full blast. I didn't have time to wait on the seats to dry. I would have to admit my failure and move on. I proceeded to hop in, sitting poised on the wet seats, realizing there are a lot worse things to smell like than Febreeze.
Wow, after reading that, I realized that I just I may have another 100 boring antecdotes, ramblings or diatribes to share. I haven't even scratched the surface of my sad existence. Are you as excited as I am?
By the way Emily, I ended up being Apple Cider on the first try. I was so afraid I'd be the hat. I was so afraid.
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4 comments:
Rub it in, why don't you. Oooh Ragged got Apple Cider on the first try. GOOD FOR YOU!
So did you really smell like Febreeze all day?
Trust me, it was pure luck. Don't hate me because I am lucky!
I did smell like Febreeze all day, it hid the Italian food I had for lunch.
I can only imagine. I remember my folks doing their student teaching and I know it's gotten so much more complicated now.
Hang in there. We do miss you!
I don't know if I should be congratulated or slapped!
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