Excuse me; can I have a bar of soap? There were only two bars in our room.

How much soap does one person need? Okay, it was two people in the room, but still. I hand over one bar of soap, and she asks for another one. Four bars of soap. For two people. That sounds pretty wasteful to me.

Maybe I should have asked her what she thought Al Gore would say about her soap consumption. I’m sure using four bars of soap between two people isn’t being very energy efficient.

Of course, Al Gore isn’t as “green” as he’d like everyone to believe either. Did you know that Al Gore’s home uses the amount of electricity in one day that an entire American family does in a year? Yup, and that’s after hundreds of thousands of dollars on “green” renovations like solar panels and such. This man won a Nobel Peace Prize for inventing Global Warming and it seems a tid bit hypocritical to me that in light of that his house damages the environment as much in one day as the rest of us do in a whole year.

At the end of the world I believe there will be two things left, cockroaches, and hypocrisy. The two things that survive through everything.

Now, why soap made me think of that I can’t tell you…

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The rules at the pool say no unsupervised swimming, does that mean no adults can swim if they aren’t supervised by someone else?

Yeah, there is a woman standing before me, she looks to be about 35 years old, and this is the question she has at 8:30 am. She is asking me if she is allowed to swim in the pool by herself.

I guess my feeling is if you have to ask me that, maybe you shouldn’t be swimming by yourself in the first place.

Maybe I should just be happy that someone has read the rules and wants to make sure they follow them. I explained to her that children (people under the age of 18 to be more specific) have to be accompanied by an adult.

After I told her that she told me she was just so glad she could swim. I hope she’s not traveling alone.

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Yesterday was nice. MD and I slept in and it felt really good. Then, MD ran over to the neighbor’s house to have his hair cut and we hung out for a bit. The neighbor that cuts his hair is my age, she moved in not to long ago and she has two little boys. Her boys are adorable; they have the longest eyelashes. The youngest one fed himself yogurt and cheerios yesterday morning and he looked so cute when we walked in. We had all planned on going on a double date to see The Happening later in the evening. We all did laundry in the afternoon and then MD and I went back to the house and he got on the computer to play some games. I went upstairs to put my laundry away, and two hours later the entire upstairs of my house was clean.

I have no idea what came over me, but I saw a dust bunny in the corner of our bedroom and I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I needed to clean everything. I sorted through all my clothes, I put the ones that don’t fit because of Muffin away in the closet, I hung up all my nice clothes, I put everything away, I swept and dusted, I cleaned the bathroom, took garbage out. I couldn’t help myself.

MD yelled at me no less than a dozen times to stop doing so much, but like I said, I couldn’t stop myself. Even though he scolded me, he still brought me the broom and a garbage bag when I asked him too :)

The only thing I didn’t get done that I want to, is organizing the closet in our hallway upstairs.

I guess I was nesting, it seems like the most logical conclusion, but Holy Cow Man, I didn’t know it was gonna be like that. I haven’t cleaned like that in….

Well…probably never.

You know the scariest part of the whole thing?

I’m not even sure I can bring myself to say it….

Okay, I’m just going to blurt it out…

I enjoyed it. I enjoyed every minute of the cleaning I did. And when I sit here and think about it, I can’t wait to clean some other room in my house.

Scary, huh?