Rinse, Repeat

Regarding our recent post about the shower head at the Airbnb, a long time reader wrote in and asked, “What about that shower at the bed and breakfast in Houston with the seven shower heads? Where does that rank amongst your shower head experiences?” Well, the writer failed to mention that only about three  of those Houston shower heads actually worked. Having said that, I do rank Houston slightly ahead of our recent experience based solely on their attempt to do seven shower heads. Kinda like when Tony Curtis attempted the triple jump (!) in the movie Trapeze.

On second thought, based on our recent shower head experience and its inability to provide an adequate rinse (due to its hard water), I rank Houston’s shower experience a “head and shoulders” above our recent Airbnb shower experience.Yeah.

 

Skin Off My Back

We just took a trip and stayed in a so-so Airbnb. The advantage of staying at Airbnb’s is that, unlike hotel rooms, each one is unique. This one was the upstairs of a house. Two bedrooms, living room and a kitchen. One bath. The unique aspect of this Airbnb was the strength of the water flow coming out the shower head. The force of the water was so strong that I’m pretty sure I lost my epidermis every day. The good news was that the water was very hard – so basically the epidermis was replaced each day with a layer of soap that the hard water would not rinse off.  

I got to know the guy downstairs a bit. He slept late, so we were able to coordinate our showers so none of us ever ran out of hot water. That's always helpful.

 

Canned Meat

Hey, what’s with the children’s Cow in a Can toy?  Those things have been around forever. They don’t require batteries, they never break, they’re inexpensive and yes, they really sound like a cow. You likely had one, your parents had one and your kids have one. Maybe yours was handed down. For those of you from another planet (and I know we have readers out there), these are can shaped, and they typically have a picture of a cow on the outside. You tip it over and it makes a cow sound.  I’m not sure what you do with them after that initial first tip. But hey, it’s a harmless toy. And kind of fun.

But now I see that Walmart has taken these cans to a new level. They’re selling these cans in a 12 pack now. Sorry Walmart. Kids' toys and 12 pack should never be in the same sentence.

It really doesn’t take a genius to figure this stuff out.

 

Striking a Cord

Everywhere you turn there are articles on electric vehicles. We have a pro-electric car organization locally. The leader of the group got interviewed in the paper a couple of weeks ago. It turns out he drives a 2014 Nissan Leaf. He said the Leaf has a cruising range of 75 miles when it’s warm out. When it’s cold out the cruising range is less than 75 miles.  Wait. What? 75 miles? Does this guy get out much? Does he ever leave town? Does his family always have to come to his house? Can he cook?

We had neighbors growing up who had an electric push mower. But unlike the 2014 Nissan Leaf, there was no battery. So you had to plug it into an extension cord while you were cutting. It was like a vacuum cleaner; only vacuum cleaners don’t cut the cord when you go over it. As I recall, that family went through a lot of extension cords.

Perhaps the answer here would be for Nissan to design an electric riding mower. 75 miles should be enough to tackle most yards. When it’s warm out.

 

Bad Egg

Well, egg prices did not come down for Holy Week. So I imagine you're giving your children fewer eggs to color this year. Whereas you got 6 or maybe more to color when you were a kid, today’s kids are getting one or two eggs to color. In some households kids have to split an egg (you get one end, etc). And that means less egg salad for lunches next week.

So what’s the answer? I suppose you could always ask your grocer for their expired eggs. They should be free and there’s no reason why they can’t be boiled and colored. You might want to pick up a jar of peanut butter though ‘cause there won’t be any egg salad next week.

Just don’t ask me how to distinguish between expired eggs and brown eggs.

 

Sweet Teeth

I went to the dentist the other day. This dentist lets you choose the music you listen to when you’re in the chair. While that’s a great deal for me, it’s a terrible deal for the dentist and the hygienist. They have to listen to some real garbage I bet. I asked the hygienist what was the worst music anybody ever chose. She was very professional and refused to name any names. Wouldn’t give out any info.  Perhaps a little too professional. I mean, come on. Is Barry Manilow gonna sue her or something?

In hindsight, I should have had some fun with this and chose a playlist of the following:

•         The Candy Man by Sammy Davis Jr.        
•         I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow
•         Sugar, Sugar by the Archies

I bet the dentist doesn’t allow songs like that. I’ll probably never know. Getting information like that out of that hygienist is like pulling teeth.