Something obnoxious.

Picture this [IF you're one of the fortunate-must-be-one-with-God human beings who have yet to experience it for themselves, that is.].

Exhibit A: You push down the head of the lotion but it sticks for a minute, you naturally push a little harder and all the sudden a little dried up piece of lotion shoots itself out at you [Faster than a speeding bullet - and possibly even faster than Bullseye himself.] followed by a quick thin stream of lotion aimed right at your face and there goes your make up for the evening [and quite possibly your eyesight]! Even if it's your lucky day, that thin stream of lotion probably still gets you right dead center of that favorite hand-wash-only shirt of yours that you only put on for special occasions like tonight. Evening: Spoiled. Thanks lotion.

Exhibit B: You push down the head of the lotion and all seems normal as you smooth it over your arms or legs, getting all moistened up as you head out the door for your hot date tonight [Hopefully with that super cute boy you live with.]. The nights going well. Until you head to the restroom after dinner and notice that big glob of white goop stuck humiliatingly on your chest. Or arm. Or leg. Or all of the above. The little dried up piece of lotion strikes again! [This is where you really hope your date is with the cute boy you live with so that your response instead of avoiding eye contact and conversation for the rest of the night can be to quickly move the unwanted attention over to him for not telling you about the glob before you got all the way out of the house with it!]

I may be exaggerating just a little bit but only a little. That dumb DUPOL has gotten me more times than I can count. Two shirts and thirty plus face shots later I'm about ready to switch over to body butter so I can just rub it out of a tub instead of dealing with the stupid stuck pump.

Forgive the vent and never fear, friends. I won't leave you wont for some positive inspiration this afternoon. I know there's a couple faces that you're just dying to see.

Today we woke up around two thirty, ran to the post office, ran a couple different errands, stopped by Subway, came home, jumped in the pool and stayed in until just about an hour ago. I tell you what - that water is perfect for these 110 degree days. I snapped a couple pictures, boy got lost in the umbrella...

and we played a couple rounds of Who-Can-Land-The-Most-Diving-Rings-On-Top-Of-The-Raft-Without-Them-Bouncing-Back-Into-The-Water-From-The-Other-Side-Of-The-Pool [Official Name.] which I of course won every round of. [Except for that one where we tied but I'm pretty sure we should have called that one on account of wind interference or something.]

Now he's upstairs getting some work done and I'm getting ready to make a batch of peanut butter cookies for him. Because he's been working so hard. And because he's got a lot going on right now. And because he's so good at making time for me. And because he's just plain sexy.