Nasty Habitses

Occasionally David and I drink orange juice with our cereal in the morning. I have a very nasty habit when it comes to orange juice. I always rest the cap on the orange juice container without actually screwing it on because I assume I will want seconds. I am so efficient I wouldn't dare waste the energy to screw the cap on and off an extra time if I already know that I want more orange juice. But sometimes me and David aren't on the same page. And then when he goes to shake the orange juice to mix around the pulp, the lid goes flying off and orange juice pours all over him and the floor.

Oops.

Sewing

I am in a sewing class right now and we are making a pair of pajama pants. First you sew the inside leg seam, then you sew the crotch. At this point the pants get confusing on how to sew. A girl in my class was going strong, and was ready to sew the seam on the outside leg. She finished it, and when she went to try them on she looked at me and said, "I think I did something wrong..."

Her pants looked like this:

We could NOT stop laughing. I still can't figure out what she did to make them like this. 

Medicine Cabinet Treasure

Over the summer David and I lived at my mom's house. You learn some things about your mom when you live with her in your adult life.

One night we went out for Mexican food, and it didn't sit well with David. He had a pretty upset stomach. Normally he has to suck it up because we don't have any medicine at our apartment, but I went to ask my mom if she had anything since we were at her house.

She looked through her medicine cabinet and found some Pepto-Bismol that was recently expired. I was wondering why she kept expired medicine, but I didn't really care that much. Until I saw an eerily familiar pink bottle from my childhood. It was a calamine lotion (for bug bites) that expired in NINETEEN NINETY ONE. Yes. 1991.

I was shocked. That bottle probably hadn't even been touched for over a decade. Apparently it was fine to hold onto it because it wasn't something you ingest, so it was "safe" (according to my mother).