Fur Toilet Seats

So I used to tease BFF a lot about being a snob.  Once, when we were in (Houston's most expensive) mall, she needed to pee.  We were right next to the mall bathroom.  She refused to use the mall bathroom and insisted that we head to the opposite end of the mall to use the bathroom at Neiman Marcus.  I can relate now, as I've become pretty picky about bathrooms myself these days. 

Edited to add the best part:  I told her, "I am NOT walking all the way to Neiman Marcus so you can sit on a fur toilet seat!"

 

Bonus Challenge

I hate hate hate this blog template, but I'm too clueless to format my own, so I'm stuck with it.  Anyway, if you scroll all the way to the right, you'll see my Safeway nametag on the header.  What is stuck to it?  (Apart from hair and glitter?)  Anyone?  Anyone?  I'll post the answer tomorrow.

Escargot

We lived in a very nice rental house with my mom at one point in high school.  For some weird reason, though, if you went into the kitchen in the middle of the night, there would be as many as eight slugs oozing across the floor.  The dishwasher was usually running at that point, so I don't kow if that had something to do with it.  It was totally mysterious.

 

SLIS translations:  We didn't have vocabulary.  I hate vocabulary.  I don't think I can last through these next thirty days.  I wish we were still in Foods class.  I wish it was last year.  Last year at this time was so fun.  Right now we would be making our burnt bacon, gray eggs, chewy orange juice, and flat biscuits.  H would be saying, I'll eat it!"  It would be gross, but fun. 

As you can see, I've always been sentimental.  At fifteen, I'm reminiscing about being fourteen.

Color-Happy Dummies

I have no excuse for my lack of posting other than sheer laziness.  My apologies.  Here's a double.  Wonder Betty was our bio teacher, who claimed, among other things, to have had ideas of hers stolen by Watson &Crick, written several books, and gone hiking in the Himilayas while nine months pregnant.  But for some reason, she chose to be a high school science teacher.  Go figure.

 

Back in the day, Houston had two newspapers, the Chronicle and the Post.  Most people were loyal to one or the other.  Around the middle of high school, the Post started printing pictures in color, while the Chronicle remained entirely black and white.  We had an ongoing mock argument that the Post had to appeal to it's less-intelligent readers by offering pretty colors.

 



Floyd!

My first car was given to me on my 17th birthday, in 1987.  My dad gave me a 1981 Mustang...no frills, bottom of the line, four speed, and the timing was way off.  I'd turn the engine off, remove the keys, go into the gas station to pay, and it would till be sputtering and shaking when I got back out.  But I loooooved him, and I named him Floyd.  About six months after I got him, I was slowing down on a rainy day and it spun out (apparently, this car was notorious for this) and hit a tree.  I took out an $800 loan from the credit union in my own name to repair it, and it took months before I got him back.  Unfortunately, I took it to an oil change place less than a year after I got it, and they left the cap off.  I burned up the engine, and Floyd was no more, to be replaced with Rex, a 1978 Chevy Caprice Classic with an 8-track player and no AC we picked up for $300.  And I was still paying off the loan well into my college years!

 

Self Defense

It's Friday!  C-Note day.  "Company" was Performing Arts Company.  That's right, Sister Christian was a musical geek.