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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Just some totally unrelated things

Overheard the other day in the doctor's office. Woman talking (a bit too loudly, I might add) on her cell phone:

I like the Carribean for a vacation, but she prefers Hawaii. I don't know why! Maybe it's because it's close to the United States and they speak English.

I'm guessing her grades in geography and history weren't stellar

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So Ed and I did a bit of re-decorating in the laundry area of our garage. Part of this involved taking the doors off the cabinets and painting everything with primer. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner when Ed rushes in and turns on the sink. Of course, it takes an hour or two for the water to heat up and during that time he showed me his brown index finger and brown stains all over the rest of his right hand. I quickly stiffled a laugh and, in a pseudo-sympathetic way, said, "Aww, what happened?" Turns out he decided to patch some of the holes in the doors (where the old hinges used to be) with some wood filler he had on his workbench. Now, Ed keeps things pretty much forever so I have no idea how old the wood filler was. But apparently it didn't look to good and was a bit watery so he decided to mix it. With his finger!! Ergo the brown stains. Not sure how it got the crap all over the rest of his hands and under his fingernails, but I now know that wood filler isn't easy to get off of human skin. Requires several coats of Goof Off, a little WD-40, even some polish remover. I'm still stiffling the laugh!

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Another brief Ed story - the man loves Neosporin. He almost gets excited when he has a cut or scrape because he can run to his little friend for relief. A couple of the women at work also have husbands with a Neosporin fixation. Not sure what that's about.

Anyway, the other day we were at some store and Ed bought a tube of generic Neosporin - the store brand. Bought it for the car because one never knows when one might get an owie. Of course, he had to test it out. He opened the tube, squeezed a bit out and put it on his cuticle. Suddenly his face took on a totally dejected look and he said in a very sad voice, "It's cream not ointment. Neosporin can't be cream! It has to be greasy ointment!" All the way home he looked forlorn. Gave him a little extra wine with dinner to make it all better.

5 comments:

Chris said...

I'm first! Yes I am and you are funny. ;)

Gretchen said...

I haven't heard a good Neosporin story for a while - thanks for the laugh!

Fleur de Lisa said...

Poor Ed and his Neosporin! LOL

I love the Hawaii comment. :)

Desert Diva said...

Gee, I didn't know of all of the "requirements" regarding Neosporin. I usually misplace the tube and have to go out and get another when I get a cut. Actually, I solved the problem the other day when I found Band-Aids with Neosporin already on them - maybe you should get Ed some for Christmas!

ira said...

I love the new look!! A tree would have looked too cliched..
:)