The imponderables
Why does a little boy refuse to poop in the potty or in his pull-up, but then will have no problem pooping in his underwear?
Why does the same little boy have no trouble sleeping until 7:00 or later for his Grandma during the week but on the weekends he is up at 5:30, remarking "It's still dark out."
Why does a little boy who will shove almost everything up his nose including a vitamins and raisins and who's sprayed orange spray in his face, go running from my like I'm committing medieval torture when I approach him with the flonase.
Why do I get e-mails at work asking when I'm going to write a decision on a case when it was already written back on August 16th and a certain manager would only have had to look at the case as it's the document right at the top of the file?
Why at work do we get notified that because they've replaced the plumbing on the west half of the building, that they'll be removing the water coolers on that side of the building, but instead leave the coolers there but remove them on the east side where it's still the same old lead filled pipes?
Why would an oncologist tell my colleague's wife after reviewing one CT scan that she should go home and get her affairs in order because she has only 6 months to 1 year to live, when both the radiologist and the neuroradiologist took one look at the same CT scan and could see that the tumor that caused this dire prognosis was near her spine but not *in* her spine?
If they can make baby shampoo that doesn't sting the eyes, why doesn't all shampoo come that way? And if they can make washable markers and crayons for kids, why aren't they all washable?
Why is it that no matter how much I try and wash my vegetable scrubber I can never get all the dirt out from it? And why would a 3 year old think the same scrubber would be good for scrubbing his face with?
Why do I call every week to notify company who sells the satellite guide that it's late again, to be informed that they're contacting the post office to track the guides, yet it's late or missing again the next week?
Why does the same little boy have no trouble sleeping until 7:00 or later for his Grandma during the week but on the weekends he is up at 5:30, remarking "It's still dark out."
Why does a little boy who will shove almost everything up his nose including a vitamins and raisins and who's sprayed orange spray in his face, go running from my like I'm committing medieval torture when I approach him with the flonase.
Why do I get e-mails at work asking when I'm going to write a decision on a case when it was already written back on August 16th and a certain manager would only have had to look at the case as it's the document right at the top of the file?
Why at work do we get notified that because they've replaced the plumbing on the west half of the building, that they'll be removing the water coolers on that side of the building, but instead leave the coolers there but remove them on the east side where it's still the same old lead filled pipes?
Why would an oncologist tell my colleague's wife after reviewing one CT scan that she should go home and get her affairs in order because she has only 6 months to 1 year to live, when both the radiologist and the neuroradiologist took one look at the same CT scan and could see that the tumor that caused this dire prognosis was near her spine but not *in* her spine?
If they can make baby shampoo that doesn't sting the eyes, why doesn't all shampoo come that way? And if they can make washable markers and crayons for kids, why aren't they all washable?
Why is it that no matter how much I try and wash my vegetable scrubber I can never get all the dirt out from it? And why would a 3 year old think the same scrubber would be good for scrubbing his face with?
Why do I call every week to notify company who sells the satellite guide that it's late again, to be informed that they're contacting the post office to track the guides, yet it's late or missing again the next week?
posted by Laura @ 9/12/2005 01:13:00 PM
2 Comments:
At 9/12/2005 3:03 PM,
Sonya said…
LOL... the stuff that doesn't make sense and probably never will.
Poop in the underwear is just gross, especially when it is soft and smeared.
Good luck with the flonase!
At 9/13/2005 10:40 AM,
seasonalkat said…
Those ARE imponderables...and the Mr. B ones made me crack up.
Thanks for the chuckle and I hope the friend with the tumor has an excellent prognosis once they get it!
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