banes of my existence, part two of a continuing series
I'm vexed - this time: upstairs.
I hate it when prescriptions are not labelled the way I need them to be labelled.
I didn't go to medical school. If you tell me it's Tylenol with Codeine or a generic thereof, it should SAY that on the bottle. APAP #3 does not shout Codeine at me and I'm working with half a dozen small orange bottles. In the dark. With a kid in pain.
Or, how about this...you purchase a bottle of mouthwash. It has a plastic seal over the cap. You peel the plastic off at the perforated line and remove all but one ring of plastic around the neck of the bottle. This becomes impossible to remove, and makes me crazy.
Why do my clothes pill? I have expensive clothing that has pilled and inexpensive clothing that does it. Of course, it happens to the garments I love most and I have used a variety of methods to de-pill my favorite things but none of them work. I have found myself shaving an entire sweater 20 minutes before church, working with lint brushes or tape and yet I know people who NEVER have pill-y sweaters.
Socks. Don't like them. Sock season is upon us.
Sugar packets. Tearing them open gives me the willies.
I hate it when prescriptions are not labelled the way I need them to be labelled.
I didn't go to medical school. If you tell me it's Tylenol with Codeine or a generic thereof, it should SAY that on the bottle. APAP #3 does not shout Codeine at me and I'm working with half a dozen small orange bottles. In the dark. With a kid in pain.
Or, how about this...you purchase a bottle of mouthwash. It has a plastic seal over the cap. You peel the plastic off at the perforated line and remove all but one ring of plastic around the neck of the bottle. This becomes impossible to remove, and makes me crazy.
Why do my clothes pill? I have expensive clothing that has pilled and inexpensive clothing that does it. Of course, it happens to the garments I love most and I have used a variety of methods to de-pill my favorite things but none of them work. I have found myself shaving an entire sweater 20 minutes before church, working with lint brushes or tape and yet I know people who NEVER have pill-y sweaters.
Socks. Don't like them. Sock season is upon us.
Sugar packets. Tearing them open gives me the willies.
Comments
No idea about the pillng but it happens to me too. My theory is that certain people are born knowing how to not pill their clothes, and also how to look like you were just ironed ten minutes ago. (It's like having family money, or something...) Because I? Even when I iron? Am wrinkled in ten minutes.
And I know your household likes bamboo!
I say this trying to sound like an expert. Even though the underarms of my expensive (read: cashmere) sweaters pill like an aspirin factory.