Okay, so I'm not looking in your drawers so much as I am your medicine cabinet, but "looks in your drawers" was funnier.
For this week's Pieces of Wisdom Wednesday, I asked you to send me pictures of the inside of your medicine cabinet, and I was surprised how many of you do not even HAVE medicine cabinets anymore. I guess I have always liked living in old houses, so I am used to having me a medicine cabinet. Where the Sam Hill do you keep your Band-Aids and your Campho-Phenique and so forth?
Anyway, some of you DO have medicine cabinets and were kind enough to send photos of them. I wish I could say "medicine cabinet" more often.
I told you to include a link to your blog with your photo, and I am sorry, if you didn't include a link, I am not gonna be over here going, "Now WHO is this again? One of the 10 million Lauries or Lisas who comments? Now, WHICH one is it? And does she have a blog? What IS that blog, exactly? Let me slog through my emails and figure it out."
I am sorry. No. Tired. Cranky.
But look! Here is the unbelievably anal retentive medicine cabinet of Faithful Reader Laurie No. 20384593, and she was kind enough to include her blog address. (No, seriously. If you read my comments, have you ever noticed how many Lisas/Lauries there are? Not to mention we have a Joann and an Original Joann. And a Lee and an Outcast Lee. We need some Onondagas and Gloopdelulus. Why doesn't anyone name their kid Gloopdelulu anymore?)
Okay, Laurie's medicine cabinet.
Okay, seriously. Do Laurie and her husband scare you a lottle? I said "lottle" on purpose. Who is this tidy? Look at her little pill bottles. And how her lotions get tall in the middle on the second shelf, there. And what is that instrument of torture on the right after her color-coordinated orange items on the second shelf? Is it to drill at people who aren't tidy? We won't even talk about her husband. Who I am convinced could not possibly smell or sweat ever again. Or have dry contacts.
I do like her little pill frame she sent the photo in. Really I should have saved this photo for last because it is the most shocking.
Now for Kelly's cabinet.
Now, here's a gal after my own heart. A little Aqua Net, a little rubbing alcohol. 'Tis all you need.
Furry Godmother has sent us four, count them four, photos of her medicine cabinets.
She is getting her vitamins. Apparently she needs more vitamin whatever-it-is to see more clearly. Cause this was a fuzzy picture, see.
Now, didn't we see Cetaphil and Barbisol in the other cabinet? Perhaps they stocked up during a sale. Isn't this fun?
Here Furry has teased us with a closed door. I like her light fixtures, don't you?
Wooo-hoo! It's open now! I wonder what that green stuff is, with the fancy oval lid. Is it from Origins?
Paula H&B sent us her cabinet, too. But not her Cabernet. Bitch.
Paula's a trifle tidy, too, isn't she? And why is there a cyclops there? Is that two different kinds of jewelry cleaner right next to each other? How many jewels do you have, Richy Rich Pants? Are you Elizabeth Taylor?
Hulk went to the Furry Godmother school of participation by similarly sending us four shots of his medicine cabinets.
Hulk is single. And a man. Can you tell?
Hulk, how many headaches do you GET?
Who loves himself?
Who knows that his heart will go on...for himself? I had an old boyfriend who wore Obsession For Men. He was also a Republican. Is that the Republican man perfume of choice?
Last but certainly not least, we have Joann's...you know, closet...thing. It's not a medicine cabinet, but it has some kind of probiotic and perhaps even a thong. She also sent me another picture.
Sadly, I have just spent 20 minutes trying to make said picture NOT be upside-down. She sent it as an iPhone picture, so when I put it on my desktop it won't open, so I can't flip it, and I can put it on here but it remains upside-down. And it has taken me almost two hours to find these photos in my email and download them on this ancient, old, worn-out, Mr. Tubman from Carol Burnett, nothing-has-ever-moved-so-slowly-in-the-history-of-time computer and I give up.
But it was funny. Because Joann has my hypochondria so she had a lot of the acoutrement. Joann, put the photos on your blog. Won't you?
Crap.
Was it Mr. Tubman who was the really slow old man on Carol Burnett? I meant the old, old guy who took forever to walk anywhere. Was that Mr. Tubman?
Anyway. Thanks, everyone, for participating in my Pieces of Wisdom Wednesday. I hope I did not forget to put anyone's medicine cabinet photo up. Did I mention what a Speedy Gonzalez my computer is being and how delightfully quick this post has been? And how my shoulders do not ache from stress and this was a really good idea?
I just remembered this particular idea was Marvin's. I blame Marvin.
Hulk, can I borrow some aspirin and a can of bad domestic beer?
