My husband is replacing the circa 1977 toilet in our master bathroom. Who knew that there were so many choices when it comes to toilets? We bought the one that could handle flushing an entire bucket of golf balls down. I’m not going to get into the reasons for buying such a powerful toilet because I’d like all of you out there to continue to read my blog, but let’s just say that my sons are not very “green” about conserving toilet tissue. Nuf said on that.
Eldest Son did indeed get his permit. After presenting at least 20 documents proving that he is who he is, I am who I am, I gave birth to him and I intend to drive with him, we were off. I only called upon the Lord one time when we were turning left to enter our sub. We both agreed that it’s best to let all traffic clear BEFORE turning left and my blood pressure is now normal. Otherwise, he did just fine. Only 49 more hours to go.
Finally, since my husband is on vacation this week doing house projects, we visited our local IKEA for some inspiration for Youngest Son’s room. I find IKEA fascinating in an eco-friendly sort of way. When using the self-check machines, a friendly woman’s voice comes in and asks if you would like a bag. I always have IKEA guilt at this point and I hesistate for a few moments. The friendly voiced woman should just ask, “Would you like to contribute to global pollution? If yes, then select one of the plastic bags for $.05.” I then make myself feel better buy buying a fat-free ice cream for $1.00 at the IKEA bistro. There’s no guilt in that.