Hot Snow Day

When you see a pile of crushed ice on the grass outside of a grocery store do you go play in it?  Is it the same as playing in the pile of snow outside of a community centre with a skating rink?  Is the gross factor the same in both cases?  Let us explore.

Where in a grocery store would you find crushed ice?  Maybe in the produce section.  Maybe in the juice, salad and fruit section.  But usually in the seafood section.  The section that gets cleaned out every night as they put the "fresh" slabs of fish away and toss out the ice.  The same ice in which a bunch of kids were frolicking earlier tonight, happy that on a hot and humid day they happened upon this pleasantly cool surprise.

Zamoni-ed ice is full of sweat, spit, blood and snot.  If you're privy to the behind the scenes going ons as I once was, occasionally there would be fecal matter as well if the Zamboni driver wasn't feeling well.  Don't ask, just know that it happens.

Let's play in the snow that doesn't belong outside on a hot summer day!  Hey it tastes salty, yum!

I had nothing else to talk about but thought you might enjoy getting grossed out too.  Enjoy.

It's How I Roll

The title could just as easily be: Why I'm a Loser Reason #7792

We went shopping.  We needed groceries and just wanted to hang out at some other stores to look at what we most likely didn't need but might consider buying anyway.  99% of the time it's for the baby.  Going out now consists of so much more than just grabbing your keys and wallet before flying out the door.  With a kid in tow, every last detail must be planned, rechecked, initialled and government triple stamped before you can even think about leaving the house.  Usually halfway down the street you'll inevitably double back because you've forgotten something by the front door.  I've actually taken Bug-bug to grandma's and forgotten her diaper bag once.  Once.  Now an emergency diaper bag lives in the trunk of the car.

So after we'd been out for a few hours meandering public spaces and running errands it was time to go home.  Mr. Stinky carried in the stuff we bought and I brought in the baby.  It didn't dawn on me until I got one shoe off what I had been wearing the entire time we were out.  I didn't even feel the difference which I suppose is a good thing coz if I had known earlier, just the feel of two completely different shoes would have pissed me off to no end.  I don't know if anyone out there noticed, you probably laughed at me.  Just know that I'm a totally cutting edge style maven, one day it won't be so strange.