A happy Monday from hot and humid Minneapolis! National Ice Cream Day could not have come at a better time. Darrin and I had ourselves two waffle cones filled with cake batter ice cream, cookie dough, chocolate chips, and no regrets. It’s about time we transformed every Sunday night into National Ice Cream Night. Here, here!
But on to some less-than-graceful moments from the past week!
- Driver’s Education should really elaborate a bit more on STOP sign etiquette. Like when your car and another car arrive at a STOP sign at the exact same time. You, out of the kindness of your driving heart, try to wave the other driver to go through the STOP sign before you, but he also seems to value the importance of cautious driving and decides to wave you through the sign at the exact same time. But then you both accept each other’s gestures and inch forward to take your turn. But you can’t both go through the stop sign, so then you both hit your brakes. You find yourself thinking, how ridiculous! It’s only a STOP sign! I’m going through! So you inch forward. He apparently shared the same thought with himself, so he also inches forward. Which causes the both of you to stop. Again. Inch forward…brake. Inch forward….brake. All you can do is pray that the other driver doesn’t become as frustrated as you and zoom through the STOP sign juuuuust as you tell yourself, forget this. I’m outta here… #MinnesotaNiceproblems
- Took Darrin’s iPod to the Apple Store the other week because the Bluetooth wasn’t working. And of course, the stupid Bluetooth that worked horribly at home worked WONDERFULLY in the store, causing the tween “genius” helping me to raise his eyebrows and give me a look that said, “You sure make one embarrassing millennial.”
- Public restroom designers. The world needs stronger public restroom designers. Designers that care about the plight of the public restroom user. The public restroom user who finds herself awkwardly squished into a tiny corner of the restroom as she waits patiently in line for an open stall. Squished between the only restroom hand-dryer, a stall door, and the door to the restroom itself that keeps swinging into your face as every woman enters the tiny space. How I looooathe you, tiny and confusing restrooms.
- While Darrin and I were in Grand Marais, Minnesota (more pictures and stories coming this week!), we spontaneously decided that we wanted to go kayaking on Lake Superior, so we joined a beginner’s kayaking tour! Which meant that we got to wear wet suits! But because we knew nothing about kayaking before this tour, we also didn’t know anything about wet suits. Important things like wearing a swimsuit underneath your wet suit. So we both went to the restroom to strap on our wet suits over our non-swimsuit undergarments (face palm). And if things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, I got lost on my way back to find the tour group and somehow ended up in the offices of the Whole Foods next door. Barefoot. And in my extremely tight wet suit, praying that my bra couldn’t be seen through the material. The old ladies at their desks looked up from their paperwork and quietly asked, “Are you lost?” Yes, ladies of Whole Foods. I sure am.
I’ve got a few more pictures to share from our time up north this week! And a few more stories to accompany those pictures! In the meantime, do you have any less-than-graceful moments of your own? Do tell! It’s Monday, after all. We could all use a good laugh. Even if it’s at ourselves. 😉
Thanks for stopping by!