Fear not, friends. I know when you read that title, "Things I Don't Understand" you're thinking, 'Man, this could be one long post.'
And it could be. There's a lot I don't understand. A lot of big, deep, profound things that I just don't understand.
This is not one of those posts.
This post is dedicated to the mundane things of life that I don't understand.
Like, commercials for a certain pharmaceutical aimed at gentlemen that feature couples lounging in bathtubs in the most random places. Life a field, or the beach. What is that?
Why do rainy days make me want to take naps?
And what was with that guy who parked behind me in the parking lot at the grocery store yesterday? It's pouring buckets, I make my way to my car only to find it impossible to actually get to my trunk. There's the world's largest truck parked right up on my bumper. Nothing like stashing the groceries in the front seat.
Why does my son think the funniest thing in the world is for him to crawl under my piano, and convince Auntie La La to follow him? (Ok, that one is pretty funny.)
Hot dogs taste better at the ball park, or a bonfire. I don't know why.
Actually, all food tastes better at the ball park. Or a bon fire.
Now I want to roast some marshmallows.
I could not for the life of me get yesterday's post in nice paragraphs. No matter how many times I went back to edit it, and space those paragraphs nicely, it kept spitting my post out in one long blog.
I almost mistyped "post" as "poast." Makes me wonder why "roast" isn't spelled "rost." Rost beef anyone?
I don't understand why I'm so bad at throwing out empty shampoo bottles. Seriously, guys, there are like 5 or 6 empty bottles in my shower. Not all are shampoo--some are other bath products. But still. I need to throw those bad boys away.
So, what about you? Wringing your hands at wait staff? Cashiers got you cuckoo? Is programming your remote control a pain in the tooshie? I want to hear all about it. Just as soon as I fight my way through my empty bottle jungle, and get my shower.
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