Friday, March 28, 2008

WD-40 My Life

WD-40 My Life
I can't recall offhand now where I was yesterday when I saw some little kid picking up a can of WD-40 and looking at it. I know my initial reaction was, "Someone get that away from him." When the cabinet squeaked this morning as I was getting the mutton-head some food, I again thought of WD-40. I Googled it to grab an image, and I see the manufacturer has a list of 300 uses for its new WD-40 no-mess pen.

I've got some of my own.

For the woman at school yesterday afternoon who was turning away anyone with kids who wanted to hear the site visitors' confirmation (or denial) of our Distinguished School Award. I refused to leave, waiting for the principal herself to tell me my kid couldn't come in. ["Of course kids are welcome," the principal said.]

For the dumbass who, no matter how frequently he's been told not to get out of his car in the traffic circle at pick-up time, continues to do exactly that.

For the parents who dump their kindergartners at the gate and take-off before anyone is "officially" watching their kinders.

For the mutton-head's collar as she races around the house at 5:30 in the morning because I forgot to crate her last night.

For the flock of 30+ wild turkeys who run through the neighborhood at 5:30 in the morning.

For Crazy Ed, who lives around the corner, who shoots his air gun into a metal drum at 5:30 in the morning to scare the turkeys away.

And, of course, for Youngest, who drives the others insane whenever he is at home and awake.

Yeah, I could come up with lots of uses for a reformulated WD-40.

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