Do people other than me have a problem with the new Costco toilet paper? It's supposed to be awesome Jumbo Tron-sized with plushy velvet or something. What it is is a badly plied, too-soft paper, in rolls too big for our TP holder. Lame. I get irritated every time I go to the bathroom and when I go to Costco. The pallet-sized packs of individually paper-wrapped rolls was a big reason I joined Costco. Our membership is up for renewal in July. I just don't know.
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A tale of two hairdos: While running errands in local Yuppyville, I stopped at Starbucks for a rest. As I sat and people watched, I was treated to a casually-dressed gentleman in his 70s, meeting his wife for coffee, talking on his cell phone to his broker, and sporting a red, white, and blue mohawk. Clothes, dialog, car, wife, etc. all matched Yuppyville septuagenarian stereotypes. But the hair... Metal (punk?) hands to you, sir.
Then on the way home, I saw a classy-looking lady of the same age zipping along in a tiny, red sports car. So tiny, that her giant boufant hairdo (the kind that ladies get done once a week at the beauty parlor) was squished on top, giving her an unfortunate Bozoesque appearance. She must have some kind of system to un-Bozo her hair when she gets out of the car.
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The other day, I was wearing my vintage Duran Duran, "Seven and the Ragged Tiger" Tshirt. (Yes. I am so old that clothes from my teens are vintage.) Anyway, other than a vague notion of Andy Taylor the guitarist, MM doesn't know who those guys are. He was pointing to various ones and asking who they were and what they played, when he said:
MM - "Who's the guy with the eyeliner?"
Me - "This one?" (pointing to Nick Rhodes, cuz, I mean, come on.)
MM - "No that one." (pointing to John Taylor)
Me - "John Taylor. Bassist."
MM - "Huh. (pause. drily,) I'm so glad his gloves match his sash."
*This is only funny if you know about Duran Duran, and their fashion stuff, and 80's Brittish pop, and the like. And also, that my man is a jeans and black Tshirt rock/metal guitarist who doesn't go in for the big hair, costumes, fashion, and makup scene.
**So maybe its only funny to me?
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Our mourning dove is cooing sweetly. Yesterday, we were talking with friends about the crazy birds in our neighborhood. I mentioned that I like the dove better because he starts in around 9 or so. MM posited that, "He's really more of a Late Mourning Dove." :D
See? He's funny. :D
Oh! And it turns out that the crazy birds actually start up around midnight. We got home from the theater last night (Wicked! MM's first musical, and he loved it. Wooo!) and had to open the windows just so we could sleep. Those birds were at it! All night! What do nightingales sound like? Maybe we have nightingales?
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So, after reading up at Skin Deep last year, I switched us to Badger Sunscreen. Which is better for us and works great, and all that stuff. But. I miss the smell of Coppertone. That scent holds the memories of a thousand summers for me. (OK, I'm not THAT old, but you know what I mean.) Coppertone, bugspray, and BBQ/campfire smoke blend into the heady fragrance of summer happiness. Badger just doesn't come close. I need someone to invent a perfume for summer that has a touch of that Coppertone scent.
Hey, Bobbi Brown apparently actually made Kramer's idea work!
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And that's about enough out of me today, folks. Have a fab weekend!