I'm Beginning to get a Complex....
I think when I am undergoing great stress, I find relief in my humor. It has saved my ass in the classroom, it is saving my butt right now as we speak.
Because of the nature of the situation, I cannot disclose certain facts out of respect for my family. My heart aches, but I know there is little I can do or control, and have to believe that there is a reason for everything.
So back to my humor. I meant to write about this a while ago, as it has been bothering me.
We have these automatic deodorizers in the faculty bathroom at work. They are on some kind of timer or have a sensor that periodically releases a spray of scent into the air.
Very cool I think, EXCEPT that every time I go in there, and pick up my skirt, or pull down my pants, it goes off. I hear a distinct spray and smell whatever the scent is wafting over me. At first I though it funny, but now I am getting neurotic.
I dunno..maybe it has a motion sensor that sets it off, and by golly, I am going to find out what it is. Inquiring minds need to know, so that I can report back and perhaps countless others who may be experiencing the same thing will know.
Photo tonight===Hudson River Painter Thomas Cole's outhouse. Thought it very apropos to the blog. Wonder what THEY smelled like?!
Trying to laugh, Patti