I'm very sad I cannot make BILLIONS on my boxer dickie idea. Guess I'll go back to my hairspray dispenser idea for women's bathrooms. Go ahead, rain on my parade with THAT one, too. *dramatic pose*
Yesterday I pseudo had the day off work. I had a conference call and answered email. Beyond that, I was off. I went to the dentist for a cleaning. All was well on the tooth frontier. I also caught up on some crappy tv. I watched the new "Date my Ex" show with Jo & Slade from The Real Housewives of Orange County. The basic premise is Jo and Slade are ex-fiances, but still very good friends. Slade helps Jo find a new man by letting suitors live with him and go on dates with Jo. He seemed uncomfortable the whole time. I think it SEEMED like a good idea to him, but in reality it's very hard. I'm kind of curious to see how he handles it throughout the season. Besides, I'm really low on trashy summer shows.
I also figured out my workplace will pay for one of my courses each semester, as long as I'm 50% or greater here. Yay!
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I want to invent swimsuits that are sold by chest-waist-hip measurements rather than the weird arbitrary sizes that fit exactly no one.
I guess that's not really an invention.
When my kids were little I designed a whole line of ketchup-camouflage toddler clothing. Well, I designed it in my head. You could get ketchup-camouflage upholstery fabric too.
Hairspray dispenser? Why don't you love the earth?
I do! It will rid the world of all those little travel-sized containers! :-)
Along the lines of swami's line, I'd also like to make cat-puke themed carpet.
There are hairspray dispensers at my gym. I would not want to buy a swimsuit sized in my measurements. I don't want to know my measurements. I don't want anyone else to see the tag with my measurements listed.
I thought there was a little piece of carpet padding or car carpet on my bed this morning. It was damp. It was cat puke.
Since when does Breezy give a shit about the environment?
Man that Puffy, she's butal. Wham, there went another dream and she walks away whistling.
and...she made me throw up a little in my mouth. blech
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