quirky vacation items
Aug. 14th, 2005 10:57 pmYes, I just posted an hour ago. Yes, I tried to sleep but couldn't. Only 1775 behind in Natter now, though.
1. The mushroom that grew from between the tub and the adjacent baseboard in the main bathroom of our vacation house. Seriously. I took a picture. Nothing says, "The time to regrout the tub has passed and now we are entering imminent decomposition of the room due to excessive humidity," like toadstools growing from the wall.
2. On the ferry home this morning, a man spit a mouthful of mouthwash into the blustery wind. It (duh, laws of physics, people) blew into the face of the person 20 feet along the railing, namely mr. flea. Unbeknownst to me. mr. flea told the guy off and went to wash his face. The guy then did it again an undetermined time later and got me, in the eye, when I came around that corner. I was concerned that I might be facing infection with some nassty disease, because frankly the fellow looked like he might have one, but mr. flea pointed out that the mouthwash was presumably at least somewhat disinfectant.
3. Highlight of the Somervillian/Salemista party, and really, of the entire vacation, was the following exchange:
Scene: yard filled with us. Nutty, me, Casper, Nora and Tom sit on deck.
Casper: I want to kiss that man.
me: His name is Tom.
Casper: I want to kiss that Tom.
1. The mushroom that grew from between the tub and the adjacent baseboard in the main bathroom of our vacation house. Seriously. I took a picture. Nothing says, "The time to regrout the tub has passed and now we are entering imminent decomposition of the room due to excessive humidity," like toadstools growing from the wall.
2. On the ferry home this morning, a man spit a mouthful of mouthwash into the blustery wind. It (duh, laws of physics, people) blew into the face of the person 20 feet along the railing, namely mr. flea. Unbeknownst to me. mr. flea told the guy off and went to wash his face. The guy then did it again an undetermined time later and got me, in the eye, when I came around that corner. I was concerned that I might be facing infection with some nassty disease, because frankly the fellow looked like he might have one, but mr. flea pointed out that the mouthwash was presumably at least somewhat disinfectant.
3. Highlight of the Somervillian/Salemista party, and really, of the entire vacation, was the following exchange:
Scene: yard filled with us. Nutty, me, Casper, Nora and Tom sit on deck.
Casper: I want to kiss that man.
me: His name is Tom.
Casper: I want to kiss that Tom.
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Date: 2005-08-15 03:13 am (UTC)You were in *my* bathroom?!? (Okay, no, there are no mushrooms growing in my bathroom, but that's probably because the black mildew ate the mushrooms before they got too large.)
Casper: I want to kiss that Tom.
So, did she?
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Date: 2005-08-15 03:28 am (UTC)Anyway, obviously the child has taste.
Also, your bathroom cannot be as nast as the one I showered in when we had no power and conceived Casper (um, not in the shower, just during that power outage) which was in the household of three dear sweet completely unacquainted with bleach 23 year old Sri Lankan boys.
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Date: 2005-08-15 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-15 03:46 pm (UTC)But ewwwww on the mushrooms. I admit, I have seen something similar, in other scary scary bathrooms. Mostly nasty student rentals, in college, where the students don't keep them up, and neither do the landlords! (Luckily, nowhere *I* lived)