Here it is. I have never actually used it for anything, not even cookies. It just sits and reminds me that sometimes you have to stand up for what’s right, even if it’s not popular.
That, dear Lady, is a thing of beauty. Thank you for sharing. So adorable I can’t imagine anyone objecting to it.
Better glasses than hearing aids. Although I’ve done what you did too.
I have a habit to take my aids out and stick them in their case on the bedroom nightstand before beginning to get undressed. I have a separate habit to feel directly behind each ear just prior to stepping into the shower. I still screw up every month or so and am rewarded by a horrible expensive-sounding screeching noise as water is blasted into their teeny microphone openings.
Haven’t damaged one yet, but I keep trying.
My mini-rant of today is more of a close call that coulda-shoulda been a rant.
I have some Beats bluetooth earbuds. Great sound, not big or heavy or obvious to wear, long battery life. Can recommend. But they also don’t secure too tightly in my ears so can fall out with rather little provocation.
I’m chillin to the streaming tunes while sitting upon the throne. I finish up my activities, flush, and stand up. Just as the flush cycle is wrapping up, one Beat leaves my ear to go swimming. Cue heart attack; these are my faves. Look down, and there it sits, calmly in the little well at the very bottom of the toilet full of fresh clear water that’s still gently swirling, but not going down. Had it fallen a second earlier it’d have been gone for good. Had it fallen a minute earlier I’d have had a very icky task to fish it out from amongst the obstacles. But as it was I reached in, pulled it up, rinsed it thoroughly, and left it to dry for a couple hours. And washed my hands.
Now seemingly good as new, but boy was that an Oh Shit! moment.
That’s 10 times cuter than I imagined.
I did that a couple of days ago. And yeah, ‘stupid’ about covers it.
Almost literally! 
Remarkable that the thing still works.
As for glasses in the shower, that’s just the sort of thing I might do, except that I’m blessed with OFE – Old Fart Eyes, wherein age-induced changes to my eyeballs have improved my distance vision to the point that I don’t normally wear glasses around the house. In fact I’ve been known to do the converse – take off on a short shopping excursion in the neighbourhood without my glasses, which are legally required for driving. And then I find myself wondering why the supermarket insists on using such blurry letters in their aisle signage! 
This, completely. I’ve been a member ever since the time 31 years ago (I know because they print your seniority on your membership card) that I suffered a blowout and a flat spare in the bad part of a neighboring city. In the rain. Having to roll a tire a mile in the rain to the nearest service station, pay for the fix, then roll it back. Never again.
They also provide my car insurance, homeowner’s insurance, and take care of just about all of my DMV needs without the lines and bureaucracy.
My eyes are just off enough post-cataract surgery that I do need glasses, especially for reading. But they’re good enough that can get by without them (20/20 left, 20/25 right or thereabouts), so at times I do forget them in the bedroom when I get up.
I’m sick I guess. Sore throat, pressure in my head and ears and I’ve already slept half the day away.
Wee Weasel wasn’t doing so hot earlier today but he seems okay now and Dad is going to take him to the big family Christmas party - not just Grandma and her enormous family, but the enormous families of all of her sisters. I have managed to get out of that party for seventeen years in a row, looks like I’m getting out of number eighteen just under the wire. The big family Christmas party is typically 200-300 people strong, most of whom I don’t know. You have to dress up and dress your kid up and in fact this year we were assigned an outfit to put the kid in (in Grandma’s defense, it’s adorable.) My deeply introverted self is not sad to miss it, though I’ll bet they think I’m lying when he says I’m sick.
I was feeling sleepy and realized I forgot to take my stimulant medication, so I got the medication out, then I fell asleep for a few hours and I think I might have forgotten to take it twice. But I’m not risking a double dose, so I just have to live with it.
Very much not the ideal way to spend a day, but it might beat the party.
(Funny aside, one year one of my husband’s cousins asked my husband where I was, and he replied, “She didn’t feel like coming.”
Cousin’s husband says, “Wait, you can do that?”
Cousin sternly replies, “NO.”)
Not sure if this is a rant or anti-rant, but as I sit here listening to the rain spattering on the window panes, I’m reminded of a similar time long ago, just about at this same time of year, when my snowplowing contractor came by. He cleared my driveway after a blizzard, and rang my doorbell to remind me that (as usual) I hadn’t paid him yet for the season. And I remember the glorious whiteness blanketing everything, snowflakes falling in the glare of his truck’s headlights, and this visceral feeling that yes, it was almost Christmas time.
Now I look out onto dreary rain and fog and wonder if we’re even going to get any snow at all this season. Global warming sucks. To be fair, though, a lot of this is due to the current El Nino, but our old friend El is getting a lot of help from AGW.
Yes, yes, global warming and all that rot. Yada yada.
But did you ever pay the plowman? Enquiring minds want to know. 
Of course I paid him in the midst of that Christmassy blizzard!
But no, I haven’t paid him yet this year. I just look out the window at the dreary rain and ponder the situation. A friend of mine has a “per-incident” payment arrangement with his snowplower, but I doubt that my guy would go for that. He’s a nice guy but I detect calculating mercenary inclinations. I could potentially end up stranded in my house after a big snowstorm, without food and, worse, possibly without vodka and Caesar mix. I may have to pay him his blood money.
Re: glasses in the shower—I always wear my glasses in the shower. Otherwise, I can’t see the soap, shampoo, shower curtain, etc.
I wear my glasses in the shower because I never wash my hair there. I’ve washed it in the kitchen sink all my life.
Apple TV+ is showing A Charlie Brown Christmas for free this weekend. Sat down to watch it with the family and the quality is absolute crap. Multiple freezeups, images overlapping. It’s unwatchable. We ended up with a bootleg copy on You Tube, which omitted several scenes, so it was like sort of watching the original, but not really.
I’m kind of in a Charlie Brown state of mind lately.
That’s amazing to me.
I’ve washed my hair in the sink, and I’ve washed my hair in the shower. IMO, the shower is much, much pleasanter and easier.
In other words, Apple plays Lucy and has whipped away the football yet again.
Arrrrgh!
I’m trying really hard to be grateful for what I have. But I think there’s a point at which that becomes toxic positivity. Normally I think I would be okay, even with seeing so few people for Christmas this year, but I recently had something happen that triggered a massive flashback and I feel like I’m holding onto the present with a white knuckle death grip. And I’m sick again. So not feeling particularly merry. But I think it will get better on the actual days when I can watch Wee Weasel open presents and bake cookies and stuff.
I put my glasses on in the morning and check the shower walls REAL GOOD for bugs and frogs. Then take them off and have a nice wash.
When you’re bleeding out from a bad head wound and just tell yourself to be happy you weren’t decapitated… No. Take care of yourself. You’re important.