Apropos of Nothing~ I’m TOTALLY………………..

Addicted to these Black Pepper Pea Harvest Snaps – they are light weight, crunchy, spicy and (somewhat) better for one than traditional potato chips and other more sundry snacks (looking at your Cheetos – though Trump cured me of them) that I like and shouldn’t eat.

And while they may have much less fat and more actual nutrition………I’ve been known to eat a whole bag in one short sitting.

I need to hate them soon.

SNAFU Of The Day and a PSA To Dental Practices Everywhere ~

SO…………

I have myself some dental implants, one of which has been giving me some issues, so I journeyed to my implant guy (who I usually only see about once a year) for a check and make sure everything in impant land is A-OK.  As with most dental folks, at the end of the visit, they give out some samples of toothpaste or floss or a toothbrush. They are dental people.  They give out dental things.  Makes perfect sense, yes?

That was my thinking too.

Post evaluation, I go up to the desk to make a second appointment and submit my payment for the day’s visit.  The office greeter, and I guess “goodbye-er”, comes up and hands me a small bag, which I acknowledged and thank her for.

When I arrive home, I check it out.  Impressive! They gave me a new car coffee cup, a small ice scraper and what I assume is a small container of squirty mouth spray.  Thank you very much Dr. Goel & co.

So I open the tube, give it a sniff and spray twice into my mouth, expecting the light, refreshing minty fresh that my olfactory system picked up 5 seconds prior.

It’s NOT light and refreshing.  It’s NOT minty fresh. And in a minor panic I start spitting it out and wiping my tongue on my sleeve (hey, it was the closest) while simultaneously searching everywhere for my reading glasses.

What the hell did I just spray in my mouth?

What IS this shite?!?

With glasses located, I search everywhere on the tube label which will tell me. I hope. I finally find it in (literally 2pt font) which I have enlarged for this blog post.

WHO DOES THAT? What dental practice that gives out dental things, gives out a spray tube that looks & smells like mouth spray but is, in fact, HAND SANITIZER?!?

Which tastes really terrible by the way. Not at all minty fresh, but like a thick coating of floor polish, or fabric softener or………….haggis.

PSA:

In the future please stick to truely discernable dental things that even a 3 year old could name. Or if you MUST pass out hand sanitizer, package it in something that looks like, well, HAND SANITIZER and clearly labeled in a font larger than something only an ant could read.

‘Cause that was Not good, dental people.  Not good at all.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday’s Tune ~ Jefferson Airplane – White Rabbit – Woodstock 1969

One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don’t do anything at all

Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you’re going to fall
Tell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call

And call Alice, when she was just small

When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head

Today’s Snafu…….This One In The Studio

Every day it’s something and today it was

in my studio.

In case you can’t tell, it was a bookshelf.  I know, I know, it looks as if it was pretty damn weak to begin with.  How it looks in the picture, I would agree, but in it’s (and my) defense, it’s been standing strong for 10 years through blistering summers (until I got some blessed AC in there) and freezing winters (I still don’t have heat in there) with the walls expanding and contracting with each….it stood longer than I had anticipated.

But I will admit that it WAS poorly built in the first place 🙂  I had hired one of my son’s friends to build a number of shelves in my studio when we closed on the house and moved in.  Many of them she built well and will probably be up for at least another decade or two, weather be damned.  By the time she got to this one, however, hormones were raging as only 16 year old hormones can rage – either male or female – and she pretty much stopped working and then I pretty much let her go.  Ah, the dealing-with-teenager-years. Good, good times…………

This time, however, the same that I have done with new shelving I’ve added in the last decade, this book shelf’s replacement will be good old plastic.  They last forever, I can take them with me when I move and leave them to whomever when I leave the earthplane.  Win/Win/Win.

Replacement comes tomorrow.