Facebook's algorithms have suggested that I might like the social groups Dull Women and Dull Men of Face Book. Apparently you can be a member of both, regardless of gender, and it monopolizes half of my feed. While I have not committed to either of these groups, I do enjoy many of the non-introductory stories posted. Some of which are neither dull or mundane, but just rather ordinary. They are stories from all over the world, which is kind of cool, to see how others spend their everyday. And of course, they all end with an age, a shoe size (???), and occasionally, a banana for scale.
I could get offended, but I know that I am more than just a FB algorithm, and that I am more than just the sum of my posted adventures on the book of faces.
Oh, who am I kidding?
This morning I posted two indentical bottles of Paul Mitchell's "The Conditioner" side by side, one that actually conatined the correct product, and the other containing shampoo, with the caption YOU HAD ONE JOB PAUL MITCHELL.
Alas, my wanderlust has all but come to a scheeching halt, spending every remaing day with the old girl, who can barely walk most days and today is struggling with her basic bodily functions. The Hubs is on his way home from work, searching the grocery stores for rotisserie chicken, in a last ditch attempt to get things moving for her. He even went so far as to invest in a red light laser therapy unit as a last ditch attempt to give her some relief. If her behavior was consistant, we'd be more seriously discussing options, but it's not. She'll decline for days and then suddenly act puppy like, forver keeping us guessing and in an eternal loop of unconditional love and guilt over the ineveitable.
I have worked 6 days a week for the last six weeks. Assuming today would be no different, I had nothing planned for my day off and awaited the phone call which thankfully did not come. I spent the day working on another 100 year old trunk for my nephew's high school graduation, doing laundry, running lunch to Youngest who woke up late and left with no lunch or snacks for his double shift today.
But, prehaps the highlight of the day was when I dismantled our Dyson vacuum and ran it through the dishwasher, rendering most of the pieces as clean as the day it was bought, and I found replacement filters for it for only $12. They are due to arrive on Saturday, along with the replacement blubs for my patio lights (we currently have four out), and the prismatic film for my sun roof in the car. Becasue while I do love the idea of a sunroof, the summer sun beating through it all day, every day, is just too much. I could just close the visor but then what's the point of even having it? It's quite a conundrum.
Upon further reflection there may be something to the algorithm.
But Dull?
I prefer dangerously unexciting.
You're definitely not dull. The "dull" group sounds as if it's funny if it includes shoe sizes and the occasional banana. I hope Alaska Jane hops up and starts feeling better quickly. I used to have a car with a sun roof and hardly ever used it. It made the car too hot, and if I opened it, it was too windy. The sun roof is definitely a meh idea.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Feeling so bad for doggie. Cushings is def so much worse than Addisons.
ReplyDeleteI guess I am glad I am not on Facebook or any other social media (except blogging). I can only imagine what they'd be recommending to me--lol!
ReplyDeleteSorry about the furbaby. It is always so hard during the end of their time.
I never thought about running parts of the Dyson through the dishwasher. That's brilliant! How could they ever consider you, of all people, dull?! :)