I think I might be a skeptic. I’m not really sure. I’m even skeptical about that.
Oddly enough it was writing about WD-40 that brought me to this realization. The moment I read the (so far) fraudulent email about the virtues of WD-40 I didn’t believe it. I gave it a sideways glance and needed proof. And just like that “myself” labeled “me”, a skeptic.
I don’t know why I never came to this conclusion before. I mean I’m skeptical about everything. For instance, when my boyfriend tells me he didn’t drink the bottle of maple syrup – even though the bottle is empty and he reeks like an International House of Pancakes busboy – I’m skeptical. When he tells me he didn’t toot – yet the room stinks like hot garbage – I am skeptical. And when he tells me he can’t bend enough to cut his own toenails -but he can contort well enough to take up every inch of a 14 foot, L-shaped sectional - I am skeptical.
See? I’m skeptical around every corner. I have no idea how I never noticed it before.
The keen observers among you may have noticed I use the word boyfriend as opposed to “spousal equivelant” or “life partner”. That’s because I think those terms are stupid. This is not to say I think you’re stupid, if you use them … although I do … I just think the terms don’t roll trippingly off my tongue. I’m not a big fan of “lover” either. Hi! I’m Karen, and this is my lover. Heee. I could barely even type that, let alone say it.
Nope, “life partner” is wayyyyyyy too mature for me. I prefer “boyfriend”. It conjures up images of a time when we picked our mates according to how cool their jeans were and what kind of music they liked. Seriously? You listen to Twisted Sister? Wow, um … nice Kodiaks … now get away from me, you’re blockin’ my view of that guy in The Jam tee shirt. So … I am most comfortable with the somewhat infantile term of boyfriend. Or spaz. Depends on what he’s done recently.
So back to this newfound awareness of my scepticism. I have to admit that going into this whole WD-40 thing I was skeptical. I mean, I wanted to believe that the things on this forwarded email list were true and WD-40 was able to turn a common black ant into an ocelot just by spraying it. But, I was skeptical.
My first experiment with using WD-40 to remove lipstick stains was a bust. My next experiment, using WD-40 to prevent shower mirrors from fogging up seemed kindda plausible. This one might just work. Fingers crossed … here we go!
And the moment of truth. I had a shower. You may have noticed I am not visible in any of the bathroom mirror shots. That would be because I did this experiment prior to my shower. Now I don’t want to brag, but I’m quite the looker first thing in the morning. Quite frankly the beauty that is me at this time of day is almost unbearable and I didn’t want to bring out any unwarranted jealousies among you. I mean, why ruin a good thing right? You don’t believe me do you? You’re probably laughing a little chuckle right now over my sarcasm. But it’s true. I am a Goddess the very moment I wake up and as proof here is photographic evidence:
Now who out there owes me an apology??? Kay back to the WD-40. The moment you’ve all been waiting so patiently for … the results of the WD-40 on the bathroom mirror test. Ta Da!
As difficult as this is to believe I’m going to give this ridiculous WD-40 email one more shot. Just ’cause you’re a skeptic doesn’t mean you can’t be an optimist. Until my next post … my best to you and your life partners.