Thoughts While Thinking**....

So sometimes my mind wanders.  I know this revelation is shocking unto you, but it is truth.  And so because of all the wandering, I decided to take some notes so you could join me on this wanderation.  I know, I know, you're welcome.

Behold:

*Isn’t it amazing how fast your favorite shirt can become your most annoying shirt?  Because for real, I am about ready to take this thing off and set it on fire. 

*Why are they called crocodile tears? Do crocodiles seriously cry that much? Or is it like because of how big you’re gonna cry when you see a crocodile coming at you?

*Don't you think that the true mark of being an adult is when you can finally tell the difference between the opening music to Wild Thing and Funky Cold Medina?

*Funky Comadina, anybody? Where were YOU when you realized that comadina is not a word? Did it just rock your whole belief system or what?

*I saw a lady mopping her house today.  Not mopping the floor of her house.  Mopping her actual house.  Like the outside of it.  I don't really have anything to say about that, but I just figured it's probably not something a girl should keep to herself.  So, yeah.

*Why the heck do tape measures disappear the second you put them down?  I measured my dresser, set the tape measure down, and I swear it took me a good 20 minutes to find it.  I found it on the shelf in the hallway. When did I go in the hallway?!

And just for general informational purposes, I did not mean that list to turn out so Seinfeld-y, as in "what is the DEAL with crocodile tears?"  But you know, things happen, so I think it's best we all just move one from it.  Even though I don't think he's funny one bit, and CLEARLY, I am hilarious.  So. Yeah.

**Let us all take a moment to recognize that my aunt is awesome because that's where Thoughts While Thinking came from.  From her mind.  Because she's awesome.**

Words of Wisdom #467...

If one attempts to outrun a pomeranian that has been unleashed in an open field for the first time in said pomeranian's life, one will lose. Badly.

It is written.

Princess Grace

So I'm not the most coordinated person in the world. I have pretty substantial hearing loss and really, really bad ears so my balance is completely off. I'm fairly certain this is the sole reason I fall out of chairs in the middle of my office (true story) or can't hold my keys for more than 5 seconds without dropping them 10 times in a row. I can't help it. It's the ears.

Over the weekend, Shara and I were discussing Mary Kay compacts and how completely fantastic they are. For those of you unfamiliar with a Mary Kay compact, there are several little sections where you can just snap in your favorite colors. When you run out of one, you just push the little button on the back, empty color tray pops out, and in goes the new one. This way you don't have to repurchase the compact every time you run out of a color (á la Clinique). I pull my compact out so we could compare colors in our matching Mary Kay compacts, and I realized that I have what I believe to be Moonstone. It just so happens that my mom was considering ordering Moonstone. This is quite an exciting moment for me (I don't really know why, except that we were just talking about Moonstone yesterday, and omg, I totally already have it). I try to pop out the little color so I can read the name on the back of it. Yeah well, apparently I popped it too hard. The whole compact starts flipping around and wobbling in my hands, and Moonstone goes sailing through the air, landing where? Right in the toilet. Sigh. Poor Moonstone. Another unsuspecting cosmetic lost to the sea at the hands of my amazing grace.

Okay so granted, I have no idea what my bad ears and lack of sufficient equilibrium has to do with me dropping makeup in the toilet. But it definitely explains the chair thing.