I saw a commercial recently that seems to describe the inner workings of my thought processes. I rarely seem to have a prolonged train of focused thought, it is more like my mind is a search engine and when one concept surfaces, about 3 million other loosely correlated subjects get listed below. You might say I am google-brained.
This revelation was brought to light while I showered this afternoon. I was washing my hair and looking in the mirror I have on the shower wall. I noticed my eyebrows needed trimming. Now the sad thing about this is that until my wedding nearly 5 years ago, I never had trimmed my eyebrows and never thought any thing of it. The just were OK on their own. As I prepared for the wedding, I decided it would be good to do the total groom package. Got a good hair cut, shaved the goatee, (wife's little sister mentioned that the gray in it made me look old) and then trim the eyebrows. I did it and it has been a nightmare ever since. If I don't trim them every two weeks now, I end up with one side making me look like a Romulen, and the other side, well just looks like hell.
The other thing I discovered in the shower this afternoon was that if you decide to use the shower massage wand as a water pic, and massage your uvula (that dangling thing in the back of your mouth), you will get to taste every meal you have had in the last 24 hours. Just a word of caution to you.
It has been a very busy weekend so far. Last night after I got done with work I went out and tried to use the weed whacker on the lawn. It was the first time to fire it up for the season so naturally it ran out of string the first 3 feet of trimming. Off to the Home Depot I went. I decided to get a better grade of string for my little electric trimmer. Maybe it would last longer. I get a roll of the commercial grade and headed home. It turns out there is a reason why they say it is for professionals. A landscaper has the intelligence to wear steel toe boots while on the job, unlike me who insists on doing all outdoor chores, be it mowing the lawn or shoveling snow in jean shorts and leather sandals.
Well as soon as I had it all loaded up, I started trimming the grass. It turns out the heavier string hurts a heckuva lot more when it snaps off and hits my foot than the thinner stuff my weed whacker was designed for. The lawn looks good, but now I have a slight limp.
Another side effect of this is now my kid says sonafabeach while playing with his toy lawnmower.
This revelation was brought to light while I showered this afternoon. I was washing my hair and looking in the mirror I have on the shower wall. I noticed my eyebrows needed trimming. Now the sad thing about this is that until my wedding nearly 5 years ago, I never had trimmed my eyebrows and never thought any thing of it. The just were OK on their own. As I prepared for the wedding, I decided it would be good to do the total groom package. Got a good hair cut, shaved the goatee, (wife's little sister mentioned that the gray in it made me look old) and then trim the eyebrows. I did it and it has been a nightmare ever since. If I don't trim them every two weeks now, I end up with one side making me look like a Romulen, and the other side, well just looks like hell.
The other thing I discovered in the shower this afternoon was that if you decide to use the shower massage wand as a water pic, and massage your uvula (that dangling thing in the back of your mouth), you will get to taste every meal you have had in the last 24 hours. Just a word of caution to you.
It has been a very busy weekend so far. Last night after I got done with work I went out and tried to use the weed whacker on the lawn. It was the first time to fire it up for the season so naturally it ran out of string the first 3 feet of trimming. Off to the Home Depot I went. I decided to get a better grade of string for my little electric trimmer. Maybe it would last longer. I get a roll of the commercial grade and headed home. It turns out there is a reason why they say it is for professionals. A landscaper has the intelligence to wear steel toe boots while on the job, unlike me who insists on doing all outdoor chores, be it mowing the lawn or shoveling snow in jean shorts and leather sandals.
Well as soon as I had it all loaded up, I started trimming the grass. It turns out the heavier string hurts a heckuva lot more when it snaps off and hits my foot than the thinner stuff my weed whacker was designed for. The lawn looks good, but now I have a slight limp.
Another side effect of this is now my kid says sonafabeach while playing with his toy lawnmower.
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