If you live like I do, you might need this trick

It's a way to tell if your eggs are fresh enough to eat or not.

Dissolve two teaspoons of salt in one cup of water.

Place the egg in the water.

If it rests at the bottom, the egg is good to eat.

If the egg floats, ditch it. It's no good.

I'm embarrassed to admit how many times I've used this trick.

Another workplace bathroom post

I know you never get tired of reading about the bathroom antics of my coworkers.

If they weren't such a screwy, dirty bunch of people, I wouldn't have so much to write about.

My friend Dani pulled me aside yesterday and said the following:

You are not going to believe what I just saw. I was in the ladies room upstairs and heard clickety-clack-clickety-clack from the next stall. I looked down and saw that someone had brought her laptop into the stall, set it on the floor, and was typing on it as she peed. 

WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE? I get grossed out when the end of my shoelace touches that floor. And you set your computer on it?

Dani said the girl then picked up her computer, set it down on the counter (another place where I'd never put anything I own/value), washed her hands, picked her computer back up with clean hands, and left.

What's the point of even washing your hands if you're going to touch something that's been all over the bathroom floor???

I understand that folks are busy, but how freakin' busy do you have to be that you answer emails while you're on the toilet?

Mortifying. 

Disgusting.

Signs of aging

My face, of course, remains youthful and unlined. :)

However, once I started spending tax-return money on things like a steam cleaner for the hard floor in my kitchen, I realized that the calendar has flipped many, many, many times in my life.

Also, this commercial gives me so much glee I can't stand it.


Yup. Old. 

The best 99 cents I've spent in awhile

It's an app called Cat Paint, which allows me to affix laser-shooting cats to photos.

It's more fun than you think.

Dad and I, enjoying green beer on St. Pat's.

Beau and I, celebrating my birthday (also with beer).

Duff, who has been known to drink a beer.

Beau. Cooking and eating his prey. There, of course, is beer just outside this shot.

Dad. Mom. Beer.

Me. (That white thing at the bottom of the shot is a beer pitcher.)

Kennedy. Lincoln. Both assassinated. Neither were drinking beer at the time.

Even yesterday's magazine cover is 10x more cat-tastic.

While many parents would be proud to see their daughters on a magazine cover

NO parent wants to see their daughter on THIS magazine cover.

Your dishwashing detergent is lying to you

I realize that most folks don't read household-item packaging like I do, but, whatever, I do.

This one totally gets under my skin:

SCRAPE YOUR DISHES. DON'T RINSE. THIS DETERGENT IS DESIGNED TO DO THE CLEANING SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO.

This. Is. Utter. Bullshit.

This has never worked ever. Not once in the history dishes.

Right up there with the Lather, Rinse, Repeat scam, I'm convinced that it's a ploy to make you wash your dishes twice, using twice as much detergent.

I rail against the dishwashing industrial complex.

This purchase brings me one step closer

TO MAKING MY OWN PUDDING POPS!!!

I have an addiction

And, by publicly shaming myself, I hope to overcome it.

It's pajama pants.

As I organized my drawers and closet, I realized that my addiction is far more serious than I thought.

These are pics of the ones that I found. They do not include the ones in the hamper.

Sad, sad, sad. 

There's got to be treatment for this.

Being my boyfriend is sometimes harder than it looks

But I like to think it's worth it. Whether he does or not, I'm not sure.

Poor Grant

Makes it onto the $50 bill and they still leave that thing on his face.