No one cares what you had for lunch

For Christmas my friend Nikki got a book about blogging. I think she said it was called "No one cares what you had for lunch." The point of the book is that no one wants to know the stupid details of your life, like what you had for lunch. I agree, no one wants to know that for the 100th day in a row I had a plain cheeseburger, a plain taco, or a plain slice of pizza for lunch.

However, I think the activities that surround my lunch might be interesting.

A few weeks ago, as I was driving back to the office after lunch, and I noticed a car in the parking lot had a word written on the windshield in the snow. That word was TURD. This is one of the most hilarious things ever for several reasons.

1. Imagine if it was your car. You go out to it and see that the word Turd is written on it. So many thoughts would run through your head. Is the person saying that I am a turd? Is it an ironic message that I have "turd" on my windshield in the winter when all the birds have flown south? How did they manage to write it so neatly all the way across the windshield? Who was it?
2. Why the word turd? They didn't want to use profanity? Again, was it being ironic?
3. Who took the time to do this? It was in a professional building parking lot.
4. Is it ok if I steal this idea and do it to others? I think this would be good for anyone who parks in two spaces, props up their windshield wipers, or looks at me funny.

During another lunch, my friend Nikki and I scarfed our food so we could make a Target run at lunch. During the Target run she had to pick up some laundry detergent. We walked through the cleaning supply section, and as we got to each new type of cleaner, Nikki stopped, opened the container, and sniffed them.

I looked at her and yelled, "What is wrong with you? Stop this huffing! I cannot support this dangerous habit of yours!"

She looked at me and accused me of sounding just like Mary Margaret (my mom). She reminded me that she had never met my mom, but she was pretty sure that is what she sounds like.

Nikki claims that she was not huffing. She claims she is just very particular about the scent of her cleaning products.

I have seen more than my share of crime dramas. I know huffing when I see it.

What do you think? Is it normal to smell all the cleaning products as you walk through the store? Or do I have to start planning an Intervention and try to find a local rehab clinic?