Imagine my disgust today when I trekked over to the cleaning supplies aisle at my Walmart to pick up the new Swiffer Duster Plus only to realize that the addition of the "dusting spray" feature was none other than a teeny bottle of Pledge - exactly the same size as the little travel eyeglass cleaner squirt bottles I use for Brainy Boy's glasses. I suppose their selling point is the fact that the squirt bottle snaps into the handle of the duster. Big whoop. I'll use my aerosol can of Pledge with the Swiffer duster I already have, thanks.
Depressing: Def., "Realizing that you and your Dearly Beloved are entirely to close to wearing the same pant size. Case in point - Hero Guy came ' har har-ing' out of the bedroom relating that he had accidentally been wearing a pair of my jeans for the last 15 minutes. He wondered why they felt so weird (translated - TIGHT) until he took them off and inspected the tag. He gloated that at least he knows he can fit into a Ladies Size ___ (you really think I'm going to tell you the number?!). My Observations: 1) He had a MONSTER wedgie, so the jeans were entirely too small for him. 2) They are my "fat" jeans, a size bigger than what I actually wear, but I just like the broken-in feeling of them. Or the roominess or something. 3) They were the stretchy kind of jeans, so an elephant could have painted itself into them. 4) What's he bragging about having a girlish figure for anyway? Not very macho if you ask me. Hmph.
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Or is it how lazy can we get?
there's some pretty crazy stuff out there