As adults, sometimes we have to make tough decisions.

Reuniting America. One sock at a time. Don’t worry.....it’ll make sense later.

 

Over the past week, I’ve found myself having to make a lot of adult decisions. And these things have been nagging at my conscience for quite a while. So I’m glad they’re finally resolved.

I have decided that…..

….I WILL NOT be cold in my own home. I don’t subscribe to the school of thought that you can just put on more layers until you warm up. I’m an adult. I have a job. Which means I get a paycheck. So I’m running my heat. And I will pay the bill when they send it. If I remember.

….I WILL NOT be hot in my own home. I don’t subscribe to the school of thought that you can just strip down until you cool off. I’m an adult. I have a job. Which means I get a paycheck. So I’m running my air conditioner. And I will pay the bill when they send it. If I remember.

….I don’t like smells. I was fighting this one, but I just can’t deny it anymore. I don’t like it when they try to upsell me and turn my massage into an aromatherapy session. Why would I pay an extra $12-$15 to smell something? I just want the stupid massage. And I almost punched a lady at the nail salon for using that spray can nail dryer. I had to catch myself because…well…it is a nail salon. And it is nail dryer. But it smells like ozone. And I don’t like it.

….if my stomach starts to hurt and I think about getting Pepto-Bismol, its ok to reach for a Dr. Pepper instead. The fizz is usually sufficient to help settle my stomach. And it has “Dr.” in the name…so why not?

….the dryer eats socks. And I really, truly, hand-on-the-Bible, believe this. Well, my hand isn’t on an actual Bible because mine is in the car. But my hand is on my BlackBerry. And I downloaded the Bible app.

….since the dryer eats socks, as long as I can find two that are clean and in the same family (and by family, I mean the same style) it’s totally acceptable if they don’t match (and by match, I mean the same color).

BTW, it was purely coincidental that these socks were the only ones that made it out of the dryer alive that day.

(On another note, skee-wee my sorors…skee-wee  😉   )

If you had to make any tough decisions this week, I’d love to hear about them……

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4 Responses to As adults, sometimes we have to make tough decisions.

  1. Sugarmama says:

    One key adult decision this week: should I take my daughter to the pediatrician or figure it out myself. I decided to take her to the doctor which turned out to be the best decision of the week. I thought she had a stomach virus, but turns out she had a weird strand of strep throat. Glad I didn’t throw caution to the wind on this one! Antibiotics make a world of a difference – farely immediately.

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