I did not shave my legs
I think somewhere in my family history there must be a Jew involved because otherwise there is no humanly way possible I could be compelled to do so many things from mere guilt! Last night after I posted the previous blog, I sipped my Shiraz but did not turn on the TV - Shut up! I know! (That’s borrowed from my friend Micah - http://shutupiknow.blogspot.com/ )
Instead, I wrote 20 thank-you cards, balanced my checkbook (which I haven’t done since November, so that took quite some time) and cleared away at least one mountain of debris in this hurricane-stricken apartment. I also downloaded/applied for my free annual credit report from all 3 major agencies! No joke, folks. All of this took almost 6 hours.
I’ll get some sleep one of these days, I swear. But right now I should go pay some bills.
Let me leave you on this note, however. When you turn your key in a lock, the key should turn in the direction of the requested action, should it not?! For example, if you are trying to unlock a door, the key should turn away from the doorframe, mimicking the direction of the unlocking bolt, AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT?! Anything else is just asinine. I’d like to have a word or two with the lock designers/installers of the door at the entry of my building for crying out loud.
