I saw this on the back of some new face cream my mom had sitting in the bathroom and found it slightly amusing:

‘eb5 facial cream should be used after cleansing the face, both in the morning and before retiring.’

So I’m guessing we apply the cream every morning after our showers then again when we turn sixty and retire from our jobs.

Or maybe we’re supposed to apply it after we quit our current job and any other jobs we decide to leave?

I also found it funny that it reminded us to ’smooth’ the cream into our skin ‘until cream disappears’

*gasps* no, I was going to put an inch-thick layer of goop on my face and just leave it there.

It really isn’t that funny but the whole ‘before retiring’ bit just made me snicker and giggle. What really would have been amusing is if the container had a typo and said ‘expiring’ but I can work with retirement.

Own a company of a similar kind? Just tell people to put it on at bed time, it sounds better and makes sense to everyone. Even a three year old knows what bed time is. Why ruin a good thing? And your consumers really aren’t as dumb as you think they are.

On the upside my arm is healing, and now that I’ve said that I’m going to have to explain why it was hurt in the first place as I’ve yet to tell you guys about it…

A few days back my next door neighbor, some new snobby woman who just moved in, left the utility room door open. In that room is a huge open hole that leads up into the attic, there’s also a ladder propped against the same wall, so people.. and other things can get into the attic.

Apparently Tigger decided it’d be a good idea to climb the ladder, she wasn’t expecting anyone to close the door on her. Sooo, she was stuck in the ceiling for a day and a half and during my attempts to get her out my arm was torn open by a super dirty box.. or whatever the hell it was.

It isn’t a deep wound but it’s ragged, ringed in pink and surrounded with a baseball sized pink bruise with red splotches. It looks like someone was trying to do surgery on my lower right arm with a dull steak knife.

Thankfully after many cleanings with anti-bacterial dial soap, lots of peroxide and neosporin it’s scabbed over nicely and isn’t that tender anymore. I just have to keep it clean and keep an eye on the redness. The swelling is all gone out of it and no white foam appears when peroxide is poured over it so I’m assuming it’s clean for the moment.

I’ll readily admit that it hurts like a bitch whenever it brushes against my shirt and if the redness doesn’t go away in a day or two I’m going to have to reopen the wound and douse it with more peroxide so I’m hoping that it goes away as I’m really not looking forward to slicing into my arm with a sterilized razor blade *crosses fingers*

And *insert drumroll here* my homo is back! *dances*

He got back at 10pm and showed up at my door at 10:30 right when I was typing the above part of this post. He’ll be 22 tomorrow so I’ve got to think of something to get him. More than likely I’ll end up making him something as it’s more fun and means more but either way you look at it, I’ve got to get him something.

I’m just glad I won’t be stuck in this house day in and day out anymore and I’ll have more than my boring self to talk to