We seem to have a Vaseline Gremlin in our apartment. Somehow the jar of Vaseline in our medicine cabinet was removed and placed on the bathroom counter, where it sat for the entire day. I didn’t put it away, but when I asked Ed later that night why the Vaseline was out, he didn’t know and hadn’t seen it – it was back in the cabinet. Spooky, and somewhat greasy.
In fact, the only plausible explanation I can come up with – other than the Vaseline Gremlin – is that maybe Ed’s parents went through our medicine cabinet and took out the Vaseline while trying to peek into our secrets (which, for the record, are kept in my nightstand in the basket on the first shelf and please just do not look on the second shelf, ever).
Usually Vaseline would be a mild source of titillation, but that’s just not the case here. For starters, I know so much better than that. I didn’t spend a week taste-testing various lubricants to settle for an oil-based petroleum jelly, and no one in our household needing any sort of personal lubrication would need not fear as we boast a healthy – some might say abundant – assortment of water-based and silicone lubes for your slippery pleasure. I don’t even know why we have the Vaseline. I think it came free with something. Frankly, the Gremlin is welcome to help himself to it.
It was a busy weekend. Ed’s parents are visiting BC for the first time ever, so we crammed a week’s worth of sightseeing into two days. They’re out exploring on their own today, and we’re doing dinner tonight before they make their way back to Edmonton tomorrow. Showing them around town was a blast, though. We did a lot of things we hadn’t done before or just take for granted that it’ll always be there so we can just do it later – taking the Aquabus from Yaletown to Granville Island, for example. That can be a pretty crazy experience for someone who’s never even seen the ocean before, so I’m glad we did it. In fact, I think it’s something we need to do more. I love being on a boat, even if it’s just a tiny little tug taking me across the harbour.
Sometime soon, I need to measure all the boys.
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I’ve read that you can feed petroleum jelly to your cats to aid their digestion. Maybe one of your cats is constipated and has learned how to open jars.
You probably got it for free with a box of Q-Tips, like we did, and have no use for it but just can’t bring yourself to throw it away.
Sad really.
Actually, it’s been used once that I know of – last time I helped a friend dye her hair at my place, we used it to keep the dye off her skin. So .. I have to keep it around, in case I dye someone’s hair at my house again. :)
I need to redo my red. How’s Thursday looking for you?
What’s on your second shelf?
My mother apparently used to eat Vick’s Vap-o-rub, which is just vaseline with menthol, right? I think that explains me pretty well.
I figured it out. I went in to grab the tums and took the vaseline down!
That is so very much not nearly as fun as what I imagined.