Yesterday, all the holiday decorations went back into their boxes. I clipped the tree into bits and turned it into compost. I vacuumed all the little needles. Everything is back to normal, and I’m glad. I’m tired. Although, I have to say that I held up better this year than most…perhaps because I let a lot of little things go.
Speaking of little things: As I was getting the house back to normal yesterday (which took only about an hour, thanks to my brilliant decision to keep it simple this year), I discovered that our house/pet sitter had unknowingly left a thong in our laundry room. Okay. I do not understand those things. Can someone please help me understand why a person would wear a thong? We know men and women who wear them, and I have yet to get it. Deb says they wear thongs because it’s sexy. I’m not entirely sure if Deb thinks the thong wearer thinks it’s sexy or if Deb thinks it’s sexy…I guess I’ll ask her. You’d think I’d know this, but I don’t. Not that it matters…I’m sorry…to me, it’s not sexy. On anyone. (And, no, I will not tell you here what I think is.)
Our house/pet sitter is in her 30s, she’s gorgeous, she’s fit, she eats well, she’s single. We’re crazy about her. But this still took me by surprise. It’s like a little, complicated network of nylon string. It looks more like a device for torture than an undergarment. I can only imagine myself fighting all that rolled-up elastic all day long.
It’s still in our laundry room while I figure out a way to get it back to her.
Not Alice 