I keep thinking that I need to get out of Applebee's. The only problem with that idea however, is that Applebee's really does allow me to work at the Hale like I do. I make enough at Applebee's, working just two days a week, to pay the bills. The money I make at the hale typically is for happy fun play times. So. There's that.
Today is the last day that I spend at my sister renee's house. I'm moving out. It's strange. I've been here for just about two years, maybe three. I'll miss it, a lot, I think. I'll especially miss my little nephew, Jagger. You think you have some sort of distant or immediate relative that is super cute and should be a gap baby? Wait until you meet my little nephew Jagger. He's so handsome. And tall. And (for a two year old) solemn.
I'm not kidding, the kid can decide when he's ticklish and when he isn't.
Gap baby, indeed.
I don't like automatic paper towel dispensers. To be completely accurate, I hate them. Most of the time, they don't work. You wave your hand in front of the sensor and nothing happens. You stick your hand up in the crevice where the paper is actually dispensed and jiggle the little sensor, right there. Again, you're disappointed to find that your paper towel has not been dispensed. Finally, you wipe your hands on your jeans or (in horror) you head over to those damned hot air blowing machines. I'm going to be straight up with you: If there isn't a paper towel dispenser of any kind and my only option is the hot air blowing machine, I don't wash my hands. That's how much I hate the hot air blowing machine.
But I digress.
Is it too much work for us to pull a lever and dispense our own paper towels after washing our hands? Why is anybody wasting their money on these faulty machines? I swear, half the time they don't work properly. JUST LET ME DISPENSE MY OWN PAPER TOWELS.
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