DON'T DO THIS!!!!!
Ok Its time for the daily Jen Tale of the day. Watch out Veggie Tales. These are Jenni tales!
On the reccomendation of so many of you ladies, I am collecting all my wacadoo tales and going to post one a week..maybe a few a week lol. Depends on my mood. Some will be past tales of WTH! But this one actually happened today....
Towels.
We know em and love em. We use em to dry ourselves off and fluff em up with Snuggles Fabric softenere for that calgon Moment feeling.
But not all towels are created equal. Some are thin ply, some are non absorbent, some are scratchy and others are killers.
The NYSC employs the last model![]()
They often lay in stacked, sneakily innocent piles, waiting for the one fool to come along who doesn't pull with enough force to topple over and bury them beneath yards of scratchy thin cotton. But once in awhile, some of those towels run amuck. Mine did so today.
I suppose it figured since I was running on the treadmil and getting my groove on with Carrie Underwood wailing how she wanted to get Inside My Heaven, it should take a strol too. So it slid itself right off my treadmill thingy with all the numbers that proudly displayed my pathetic mileage, and went under my feet. Since I was belting it out along with Carrie much to the charign of the guy next to me, I didn't see it's sneaky attack.
Until I found my feet staging a revolt against me, undecided on where exactly they wanted to take said revolt, and subsequently me with it.
As the towel slid under my feet, it decided on my final path; backwards off of the damn treadmill with head over feet because of the momentum. I ended up finally on my back with a really hot guy who smelled like a foot, leaning over me to pick me up.
Tthe towel laughed all the way on our trip to the infirmiry.
I'm fine. Pride is more hurt than anything else.
The towel was used by me to mop up the toilet seat when I went in there to pee and lick my wounds. Since its now spotted with NASTY, I am sure it will find itself out in the cold with the members of past failed guerilla warfare.
On the reccomendation of so many of you ladies, I am collecting all my wacadoo tales and going to post one a week..maybe a few a week lol. Depends on my mood. Some will be past tales of WTH! But this one actually happened today....
Towels.
We know em and love em. We use em to dry ourselves off and fluff em up with Snuggles Fabric softenere for that calgon Moment feeling.
But not all towels are created equal. Some are thin ply, some are non absorbent, some are scratchy and others are killers.
The NYSC employs the last model
They often lay in stacked, sneakily innocent piles, waiting for the one fool to come along who doesn't pull with enough force to topple over and bury them beneath yards of scratchy thin cotton. But once in awhile, some of those towels run amuck. Mine did so today.
I suppose it figured since I was running on the treadmil and getting my groove on with Carrie Underwood wailing how she wanted to get Inside My Heaven, it should take a strol too. So it slid itself right off my treadmill thingy with all the numbers that proudly displayed my pathetic mileage, and went under my feet. Since I was belting it out along with Carrie much to the charign of the guy next to me, I didn't see it's sneaky attack.
Until I found my feet staging a revolt against me, undecided on where exactly they wanted to take said revolt, and subsequently me with it.
As the towel slid under my feet, it decided on my final path; backwards off of the damn treadmill with head over feet because of the momentum. I ended up finally on my back with a really hot guy who smelled like a foot, leaning over me to pick me up.
Tthe towel laughed all the way on our trip to the infirmiry.
I'm fine. Pride is more hurt than anything else.
The towel was used by me to mop up the toilet seat when I went in there to pee and lick my wounds. Since its now spotted with NASTY, I am sure it will find itself out in the cold with the members of past failed guerilla warfare.
