Two things I have NOT been thankful for today:
All the horrible singing that goes on when you listen to To Hobbit on an audio recording. OH MY WORD. People who read books out loud are not the same people who can compose Dwarf Music on the spot. There we were trying to soothe ourselves while doing the dread task of Cleaning The Playroom by listening to the Hobbit. I mean, cleaning the playroom was bad enough, people, but when the reader started warbling the dwarf song at the start of the book, Boy11 ran from the room screaming and Boy8 just crumpled to the ground and wept. Why, oh why couldn’t the reader have just said the Dwarf song? Why did he try to compose a tune on the spot and then sing it? Thank you, thank you, thank you Peter Jackson for hiring a real live musician to come up with that really cool dwarf melody in The Hobbit movie. Thank you.
THIS clothes hanger. THIS CLOTHES HANGER! I hate this clothes hanger.
You all know how cheap Darling Husband and I are. We rarely use our clothes dryer. Dryers are wasteful of both energy and money. Everything gets put on clothes hangers which are then hung on extra shower curtain rods in the shower stalls to dry for free in the air. For free! Ha! Free! I love it!
However, without fail, WITHOUT FAIL, every time I try to hang a hand towel on a hanger, I inadvertently reach for THIS clothes hanger. Do you see the problem? What’s up with those little plastic columns on the inside edges of the hanger? I can’t stretch the towel out on the full length of the hanger so that it can dry smooth. No. The edges bump into those plastic columns on the inside edges and leaves my towel bunchy and wrinkly. I have about 70,000 hangers and none of them except this one have those little plastic things that get in the way. You’d think that the odds would be low that every single time I dry those towels, this hanger pops up again. There I am hanging smooth towel after smooth towel on all the normal hangers and then BAM! I run into this hanger. Do I run into that hanger when I’m hanging shirts? No! When I’m hanging underwear? Never! Only with the towels.
It’s concrete shoes and the river for you, Hanger.