December 07, 2005

Stall #3

There's a plunger in my favorite stall at the bathroom
at work so now I won't use it. Yes, I have a favorite
stall. Doesn't everyone? (No, really, I'm curious.) I
would be mortified if it clogged after I flushed it and I
could see myself running out right before the wave of
water and trying to look natural, like, "Huh? What
towering wall of toilet water are you referring to?"

I read somewhere that the first stall is usually the
cleanest because it is the least used. And there was
once a personality quiz online that would tell you
your personality based on what stall you chose. Of
course, it's all different for guys. They have other
options, as I found out last year when I mistakenly
went into a men's room. We went to a hockey game and
the arena didn't have doors, just openings for the
restrooms. My loving husband knew I was going in the wrong one, but
didn't tell me. Luckily, I was just going in to wash
my at-times-OCD hands. I heard a cough that seemed a little
too deep and then noticed the urinals...and ran out.

Thankfully, no one was using them. Now THAT would have been awkward and I would have had to act natural, like, "Huh? What towering man urinating in front of me are you referring to?

December 05, 2005

Freaking Duck

Less than two weeks until Disney World. I am a little
too excited. I think I'm driving Dan nuts. To prep
myself, I watched a couple of hours of Donald Duck
cartoons yesterday. He has always been my favorite
because he gets pissed easily. I liked that about him.
I used to just find it funny when I was kid, now I
relate to it.

December 02, 2005

Changes Come Around Real Soon...

I signed up for my education classes on Tuesday. I
felt like a kid again wandering around the college
campus. I can't believe it's been six years this month
I graduated from Penn State. It seems like only
yesterday that I was there. Now I'm one of those
freaky old people who go back to class. At least I'm
taking evening classes after work so I won't stand out
as much in the day classes full of kids who complain
about having to be somewhere for a few hours each
week. People always tell you to appreciate your age
while you can, but we never do. Even John Cougar
Mellencamp tells us to enjoy sixteen as much as we
can. But who the hell ever listened to a guy with
Cougar as his middle name?