Walking into a public restroom stall and seeing that there’s something still in the toilet. Now there are two types of people in this world: leavers and flushers. I’m a leaver because I can’t stand the thought of flushing someone else’s stuff and having all those germs swirl around me. Maybe germs don’t work that way, but I still bail.
Searching Costco for the cheapest item to buy so I can renew my membership and get gas. And then checking out with my new paperback entitled What Dogs Think only to have the cashier tell me that all my wandering was in vain. I renewed by mail.
Close talkers. You know the ones. They get so close they can see inside your pores.
Hanging out at home in your unflattering sweat pants watching Laguna Beach reruns when your husband comes home, with a friend, and his wife. Busted.
Hound ears. Uncontrollably awkward. But so so cute.
Clean sheets. Especially the flannel kind. Nothing beats the feeling of getting into a freshly laundered bed after a long day of Costco shopping and Laguna Beach watching.
Waking up early to sit in the morning sun and drink green while reading a devotional book. This sounds so awesome I just might try to get up early tomorrow and do it.
In-N-Out neapolitan shakes! Who knew?!
Neither Awkward nor Awesome:
This truck. Just plain dumb.