I arrived at work early the other day, so prior to my daily duties, I took a minute in the employee's restroom to destatic my hair and silk pants, and to of course, do what is normally done in places such as these. I was taken aback as I realized I got the fresh stall, blue water intact. Oh, how I love to be the first to use a freshly cleaned stall, much the same way as sleeping in a freshly made bed or using a towel fresh from the dryer. Somehow, I felt whisked away to one of those commercials where two women, often best friends, sisters, or mother/daughter are discussing freshness. The symbolic blue reminded me of salty ocean breezes and sweet tropical scents. Even though it was only a spritz of Tidy-Bowl, and laden with sanitizing disinfectants for which I am grateful, just the color was a vacation from the mundane. I felt princess-like and graceful, in direct defiance of my fly-away hair and fresh zit.
"It's going to be a good day", I thought. "It isn't snowing, and I got the blue water."
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LOL! Simple pleasures. Last week I was volunteering at Church and got the freshly cleaned bathroom too...unfortunately, I didn't enjoy it. missed opportunity.
Love it!
I'm glad it was a good day :-)
I have some of those discs I drop down in the back of the toilet. Good grief, the blue seems to run out in like four flushes.
I've been writing more, so every day has become a good day.
Good to hear that kind of thing is spreading.
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