Showing posts with label optimism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label optimism. Show all posts

Monday, August 06, 2007

This glass is half full.


Sure, it sucks to be diaper-dependant at the age of 36, to be allocating money to your section 125 account for the substantial amount you will spend over the course of the year on Depends, to fret over whether to pay a few bucks extra to get them shipped from Amazon instead of going through the grocery checkout line with them.

On the other hand, when, on occasion, you roll over in bed just a little too far toward your sleeping spouse, such that when you wet the bed, as you do maybe 1 out of every 3 nights, thereby actually wetting the bed and not merely the waterproof pad on which you sleep , consider this: the perfect cleaning product for the task is an enzymatic spray that is available at your local pet store, and the packaging of that product features a sheepish-looking beagle, not a picture of the sheepish-looking 36-year-old man that you see in the mirror.