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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Wednesday confessions or something.

I was trying to decide what to do for today's post and I still want to keep some sort of wardrobe / clothing component. But I think it'll be more fun to do a Wednesday Wardrobe of things that were in my closet and now fit again.

For now, I'll think of something else. How about some confessions?

1. OK, there is a guy on my team who's like 25 and every time he stands up and comes to talk to me, and I do mean every time, he's touching this crotch. Seriously, constantly adjusting his balls, scratching or readjusting. I literally don't know what to do. How can you tell someone that they need bigger underwear, powder, penicillin? Just always touching his dick. I need a middle school gym teacher to come talk to the boys about what it means to come into manhood and how you'll grow hair in places you never expected and that you should change your underwear and wear deodorant.

OK, I looked for a meme about the puberty talk and couldn't find ANYTHING. Do gym teachers not separate the boys and girls in the 4th grade and make the girls watch the period movie?? It's that damn movie whit flowers blooming and how you're becoming a woman. The boys are on the play ground and the gym teacher tells them about pubes. IS THIS NO LONGER A THING??

*Kev said he doesn't remember a talk, just playing dodge ball while the girls watched the period movie and the girls not telling them what the movie was about for 2 years.

2. I hate the sound of and driers. Hate, hate, hate them. I'd rather walk around with wet hands or wipe my hands on my pants.

3. Topping a rant about the period move isn't easy. I did find this Disney cartoon from the 40s about getting your period.

Looks like Velma has some cramps. 

4. My dog likes my brother better than she likes me. He's been living with us for a while and my dog loves him. The cats love him too. I'm starting to get a complex.



5. I don't want to build a business. There, I said it. I don't want to join your direct sales company and sell stuff, I just don't. I want to buy things from you, support your parties, help you on your way, but I don't want to join. Yes, I know I'd be good at it. I'm in SALES. I manage and train sales people. I know exactly how to sell your products and what not to do. But I don't want to.

I don't want to stay home, I don't want to replace my income and be independent. I like going to work, I like where I work, I like what I do and since I'm already in sales, the harder I work at my real job, the more money I make, because SALES. I like you friends, I'm happy you're building a business and I'll give you some money, but I don't want to join your team. 

Happy Wednesday everyone!

#Hashtaghumpday @ Genuinely Lauren