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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Why is this word in my head so much that I used it twice in "invoice"?
Why are some two-word expressions smushed together when they become adjectives? Like "everyday."
Everyday
throwaway
thoughts.
Questions?
Why did I spend 20+ years using throwaway period products?
Okay, that I can explain. For years, the only thing I'd heard of was the Diva Cup and it seemed uncomfortable. Too much like contact lenses instead of glasses (she says, blinking her contacted eyes). So it was only last September that I got washable pads.
This spring, having to bring some on my Ontario trip, I worried that David would find the concept gross, but he was all, "No, no, that's sensible." And then I almost left one hanging on the bathroom rail of his sister's house to dry when potential buyers came to visit. He was living there in the spring and early summer. Anyway, I remembered just in time and whisked it out of sight.
The cycle: reduce_reuse_embarrass.
And why worry about his initial reaction? Well, because he said he found Dad's "poop kit" disgusting. That hurt my familial pride. So in defiance, I've stopped using the throwaway dog poop bags in favour of the...he's right in one thing. It should rhyme. Shit kit or poop scoop. One or the other. Anyway, it's quite ingenious, a spoon fastened to the lid of an old peanut butter jar. Unscrew cap, scoop up poop, put it in jar; at home, dump in toilet, put dish soap and warm water in container and let it soak, rinse, repeat.
Adventures in sustainability can be smelly sometimes.
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