Sure, I think I can go in here.

bathroom3 Sure, I think I can go in here.Ladies & gentlemen, welcome to another installment of PUBLIC BATHROOM TOURS!

These are just so riveting.

Except not.

So first we had the really amazing bathrooms at my former place of employment where you couldn’t see people’s feet & therefore not be able to properly detect who had the asparagus or coffee pee that morning.  Those bathrooms were all about preserving dignity.

Then there were Tall Girl Problems in Nashville.

I have to admit that with the peanut M&Ms in the breakroom & the chef-designed lunches in our cafes, not to mention the miles of running trails & on-campus gym, I was a little disappointed in the state of these bathrooms.  They’re basic & I half-way expected the toilet to do the work for me.

Here’s an overview of what we’re working with:

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Unfortunately, you can see feet.  & there is space between the door & stalls so I can totally see what color pants you’re wearing or if you’re playing on your iPhone.

bathroom1 Sure, I think I can go in here.

The toilet paper is the most fascinating, as it comes out like a tissue.  I’m guessing this is an effort to produce less waste?

bathroom4 Sure, I think I can go in here.

Here’s to another day of me being the office weirdo that takes pictures of bathrooms.

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Runner’s feet.

For Mother’s Day, Doug gave me an entire morning at a spa, complete with massage & pedicure.  Like, the most insane pedicure I’ve ever experienced in my life, complete with hot stone massage.

This fantastic lady is pretty-fying my feet & she’s all, “Do you run?”

I’m thinking, is she drunk?

I say, “Only if there’s a Krispy Kreme in front of me.”

& she’s all, “No, you have runner’s feet based on the calluses & your calves have great muscle tone.”

“I pass a lot of Krispy Kremes,” I explain.

sneakers Runners feet.

Stepping Out Saturday

whitedress Stepping Out SaturdaySo hi, these are my legs in my incredibly short white lace dress that everyone swears isn’t that short…until I sit down.  Which means it’s not really appropriate for anything excpet date night but I thought I could swing it for a late afternoon baby shower for a good friend of mine.

& then Instagram was all “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT DRESS?” so I thought I’d let you in on a dirty little secret:

dress:  JC Penney’s, $45 (& that was full price!)
necklace: Banana Republic outlet
shoes: mint green pumps, J. Crew

These heels might be some of my favorites & they were a steal for $20 at a J. Crew warehouse sale back in 2010 & it was pretty Shining-worthy of me to predict how trendy mint would become.  The unfortunate part is that they are a) hella uncomfortable for long periods of time & b) likely to get stuck in the slats of a wood deck during a baby shower while I’m holding a mimosa.

Total wear-with-caution label needed.

At least he was polite about it.

Sometimes I think Tucker has IBS because the moment she finishes eating, homegirl needs to go outside thatminuteorshewilldie.  Or at least, that’s how she makes it seem as she scarfs down the last bite & then starts prancing like a show pony on meth at the back door.

IMG 0170 1024x768 At least he was polite about it.

In the kitchen this morning, Tuck was finishing her (second!  damn dog for acting like I hadn’t fed her!) breakfast & Harrison walks over to her, points & says “Tuck!  Poop!”

Except when he says “Tuck” it sounds like “touch” & it’s really darling.

So I asked him if he needed to poop & he shakes his head no & says, “Tuck, poop!”

So I shrug & ask him if Tuck needs to poop & he says, “Yes.  Tuck, poop please!”

Maybe it’s one of those things where you had to be there to find it roll-on-the-ground funny, but I was still laughing two hours later.

2012 really is here.

 

::side eyes calendar::  Get your canned foods ready, friends.

 

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