A full weekend

My Friday went something like this:

5:30am – Wake Up
6:25am – Leave for work
6:55am – Arrive at work
8:55pm – Leave Work
9:20pm – Arrive at home – Relax at home with Sam and watching some tv, pass out around midnight

There for I spent my weekend trying to relax in every possible way.  Natural History Museum, Cleveland Museum of Art, Horror Movies and relaxing on the couch, eating at Benihana’s (Japanese Hibachi Grill), some indulgence shopping at World Market (strange junk food heaven), and browsing at Half-Priced Books.

Fire

Using Mazzy Star to strengthen my calm demeanor facade this morning in the hopes of preventing me from exploding and going off on the first person I talk to today.

A Grave Error

So I made a pretty big mistake yesterday.  I got home from being at a conference in Columbus for two days and immediately started cleaning.  I took the garbage out, picked up clothes and etc that were left on the ground and vacuumed.

I then went to work on the bathroom.  Not much to do other than pick clothes and wipe down the sink.  I noticed that the toilet didn’t have a cleaning gel disc thingie in it.  We use the Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaning Gel.

I bought it on a whim a few years ago.  It looked easy and different from other such products and it works pretty good.  So I grabbed the little plunger thing, stuck a gel disc to the inside of the bowl and walked away.

Last night I went to use the toilet and noticed the seat was wet.  Being polite and all I didn’t want to come right out and blame it on Sam so I didn’t say anything.  This morning I discovered the real culprit.

SCRUBBING BUBBLES HAS RUINED MY LIFE!!!!

Due to the extreme pressure each flush brings, and where the gel disc is positioned, water comes flying out of the other side of the bowl whenever its flushed.  I never had this problem in the old apartment.  Even with the lid closed water still gets all over the seat, inside lid, and still comes out of the space in between the two.  Granted the gel disc is positioned high enough that its only the water that’s being pumped in that is being misdirected out of the bowl, but still…. ew.

Thankfully these things seem to dissolve pretty quickly.

Till then, don’t leave anything on the floor of my bathroom.

What’s he doing here?

I am pretty sure I just got accused of being some rich young person while riding the elevator in the hotel I’m staying at.

“What’s he doing here?” the drunk guy asked as I walked out of the elevator.

Maybe I just look like a bum in my jeans, t-shirt, grubby shoes and messed up hair; therefore I must be wealthy and young.

Jokes you bitches!!! 32 and lower middle class (or working class, depending on your criteria).