A Mystery.

Or rather, many. Guys, how did people clean sticky bathroom counters before Clorox wipes....? I mean, I have these vague memories of scrubbing with cleanser to get the counter clean, and then attacking again with Windex to take away the matte finish.... but now it's just smooth sailing. My bathroom at home is so much less dirty than the one at my old apartment. It really makes me curious... what, what, I ask you, were my roommates doing in there? I still believe in scrubbing the shower. I do. But also... I believe in sparkling counters, and the magical power they have to make the whole bathroom look clean. You may wonder, how can I be done with that nasty counter after 5 minutes? Can't touch this. It done been CLOROXED. Gall, I love that stuff.

Also. Another mystery. Why are people so needlessly unpleasant? I'm not saying this from a bitter, dark place, and I believe most people have so much to give. But then I work an eight hour shift at an otherwise delightful job, and get chewed out by a woman trying to use extremely expired coupons. And I just think, keep arguing, sister, they're just getting more expired the longer you talk. 

And, finally... and I mean this is a question that has haunted me since the eighth grade and has been the subject of some of my best debates... Sun Chips. Why do they call it "Harvest Cheddar"? Garden Salsa makes sense because you make salsa using things found in a garden. But ask yourself. When was the last time you harvested cheese? I mean - oh. I'm sorry. I just heard the cheese blossom out back, best be going? Ehhh. Discuss.