Gah, I'm such a lightweight. I had to LOOK up the word breathalyzer since I knew there should be a Y in there somewhere, but couldn't be absolutely certain..
I've been diagnosed with bronchitis today, but I'm such an old hat at this condition by now that I only go to the doctor's office just to let them take my vitals, tell them what they're going to decide, and hold out my hand for my Z Pack so I can take my antibiotics like a good little girl. For someone who doesn't even like to take an aspirin when she's in pain, I don't joke when it comes to respiratory infections. Gimme my drugs, man.
Anyway, (and this may be partly responsible for the last paragraph) (yes, I've just read it, it is definitely responsible for the last paragraph which I will leave in just to teach myself a lesson) I took some NyQuil to help me get over the first night's hump before the Pack can attack my lungs, AND THEN remembered that I hadn't written my Spin for the week.
I have maybe ten minutes left before I decide this blog would be better written in Russian so let me pick out some photos and sign off before I accidentally log onto Woot and try to buy a refurbished toilet plunger.
Being of less than sound mind and body, I stuck my mouse into the photo folder and pulled out the fourth picture of the eighth folder. No special reasoning behind it. It just looked good.
And that picture is what i found. These are Sprite's Crocs. John bought her six pair when we were in Fort Lauderdale for Thanksgiving and the Croc company rented space in an empty store front for three days, selling endless combinations for five bucks a pair. (Looking back on it now, I don't think it was the Croc company at all, none of the boxes were labeled with the brand name and the employee writing out the receipts, yes, the receipts were handwritten, didn't even spell Crocs correctly. Unless Crocs has a K in it. It doesn't. I Googled that too.) Now, I'm not a fan of Crocs myself, too many stories about kids getting trapped on escalators while wearing them, and, well, they're just ugly.
But THESE Crocs? Were actually okay. Black and somewhat reminiscent of Alice In Wonderland, and devoid of those widgets (Giblets? Gidgets?), they were able to withstand the pressure brought about by a four year old and look somewhat decent when she wore a dress. Oh, and they were rubber.
Somehow, one of the shoes got stuck in a leg of Sprite's pants and took a ride in the washer AND dryer. (Something I should have noticed when I heard the tale tell thumping going on during the spin cycle, but I figured since the child and both dogs were accounted for, whatever it was wasn't worth investigating when I was trying to catch up on my Glee episodes.)
So I guess it turns out rubber shoes aren't pre-shrunk. (They should put that on the label.)
Another thing they should put on labels? Don't blog while medicated. (My screen looks pink now.)
Take a tour through these snapshots!
Pseudo over at Pseudo's Spot - PLEASE read this!
Shelby over at My Year With The Mouse -New to the Spin Cycle!
Mrs. Bear over at Outnumbered Two To One -Updated Friday! Fresh Spin!
Next Week's Spin Cycle: Rules
We all (well, most of us) live in a rule abiding society where you can't speed, you can't smoke in certain areas, you can't even park past 5 PM, and you must wash your hands after using the loo. (I am definitely not fighting the last one. In fact, if I could, I would promote it incessantly.)
What rules do you absolutely live by? What rules can't you stand and try to break them every chance you get? Or let's say you were able to make your own rules, what would those rules be?
The rules of this Spin Cycle are... yeah, you know the answer to that.
See you next week on the Spin Cycle!