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Friday Funnies

I introduced y’all to WhoGivesACrap.org in an earlier post. Since I’m not fond of the black and white wrappers that are the default for their bamboo-based toilet paper, I try to time my yearly purchase with one of their limited-edition (colorful) releases. This year’s limited-edition is the Poetry Edition. So, for the next several months, our cabinets will hold gems such as the one pictured. On another note, I think they missed a big marketing opportunity by not calling it the Poo-etry Edition.

Croc Around The Clock

A lot of campers (people who camp, not the equipment used to camp) have a dedicated pair of “shower shoes.” Shower shoes are the ones you wear to and from the bath house; they’re easy to slip on and off and dry quickly if they get wet. Heck, if you don’t want to stand on a possibly sketchy shared shower floor, you can even wear your shower shoes while you shower.

I have been using a pair of flip flops as my shower shoes for several years. They’re… adequate. Honestly, I don’t like flip flops. Never have. I hate the thong between my toes and if the path between the camp site and the bath house isn’t paved, flip flops live up to their name by flipping dirt and debris onto my clean feet. Ugh. I tried using a pair of hiking sandals but those suckers take forever to dry when they get wet. However, I had an epiphany during our road trip last fall. Crocs! Crocs would make the perfect shower shoes. (Many thanks to the unknown person whose Crocs were peeking out of their shower stall at the Vernal, Utah KOA.)

I have never owned Crocs. Let’s face it, they aren’t exactly things of beauty, but they get rave reviews from a lot of people – especially medical professionals. I’m hardly a clothes/shoe snob, so Crocs it is. I also knew the perfect pair to buy. Last year, I got an excited text from my daughter-in-law: “Did you know that they’re making Lisa Frank Crocs?” I did not, but, they are adorable (as are all things Lisa Frank) and I surprised my daughter-in-law with a pair for her birthday. Now, I had the perfect excuse to get a pair of my own!

Ta da!

My Crocs arrived in late October and have been languishing in my closet ever since. (I know, I know. I need to go ahead and put them in the camper so I’ll have them for our next trip.) However, since they are still easily accessible, I’ve been getting some use out of them while I’m recovering from my sprained ankle; they provide arch support and are easy to slide off and on, therefore not hurting my poor foot. I wore them to the doctor’s office last week when I went in for x-rays and all of the nurses loved them! I’m looking forward to adding a splash of happy to our travels with these shoes.

So, Crocs. Yes or no?

A Promise to an Unknown Neighbor

Look at me posting on a Monday! Actually, look at me posting at all, LOL. I’ve been posting on Thursdays but that hasn’t been working for me recently so I’m switching to Mondays instead.

Several weeks ago Kenn came home and announced that he had a surprise for me. He then handed me a beautiful stack of colorful bowls. “I know you’ve always wanted some colorful mixing bowls and I found these at an estate sale.” This man loves estate and yard sales and I love that he knows me so well. I have wanted colorful bowls for years. I have an eminently practical, totally boring, set of stainless steel bowls that I’ve had forever. I have a newer set of clear bowls with colorful lids that are closer to what I’ve always but still not quite there. My new-to-me bowls fit the bill perfectly.

My new bowls

The bowls weren’t in a box but they had the original corrugated cardboard dividers and looked like they had never been used. This made me sad and of course I had to wonder why not. Were they a gift that was appreciated but unneeded? Did they get stuck in the back of a cabinet and forgotten about? (Hey, it happens. Side-eyes the Christmas goblets in my kitchen cabinet.) Or, maybe they were wanted and loved but too heavy for an elderly woman to use. (The estate sale was held at the home of an elderly woman a couple of streets away.)

So, dear unknown neighbor, in honor of you, I will love and use these bowls the way you were unable to. The colors make me smile and I think of you (and how heavy they are, LOL) each time I pull them out of the cabinet.

What do you do with unwanted gifts? Hide them? Regift them? Donate them?