Bloody Alter egos

Ok, no idea how or when it happened, but Hippie's alter ego took him over recently. Hippie only knew about this when Hippie returned to being Hippie; slightly damp patch of hair, but no other indication anything happened - well, some small indication, but that's covered below.

Hippie's washing machine improved in its performance recently: 5 minutes for a whole laundry cycle!

Yes, Hippie knows you would love a machine like that too; very quick & efficient... only this super performance came with one small issue: the machine filled with water, gurgled twice, emptied the water, and was done.

Laundry was a lot wetter than when it went in or typically was, and looked rather snotty too - the detergent lingered on the laundry - but if you consider the laundry was wet & introduced to soap, and therefore it was washed, all very efficient.

Some sort of misunderstanding with the retailer of washing machines meant the old machine had to be removed from its residence - as in the pipes that are hidden away from regular people, sitting in their concealed place that if they were female & in a public place in France they would be illegal for concealing themselves (why France would make it illegal to be a washing machine part & not be allowed to be concealed is beyond Hippie, but then so much about that place is) - before being taken away.

To confuse the issue further, the new machine was unpacked only in part (some parts needed to be removed with some sort of "tool" [what is that thing in the picture?] that doesn't come with the machine), but not installed. What were all those extra costs for, if not to install the bloody thing? Hippie can barely turn a faucet on, let alone plug a washing machine in!

Well, Hippie returned to his body this afternoon, and while finding a patch of hair slightly damp (there appears to have been a small discharge of water sprayed where the machine's water pipe connects to the mains when the pipes (or whatever the bloody parlance is for connecting pipes) weren't properly tightened, so perhaps this is could be the cause), Hippie otherwise has a new washing machine installed.

No idea how the old one was disconnected without flooding Hippie's house; no idea how the new one was installed without flooding Hippie's neighbourhood; it just happened, with no involvement or voluntary activity from Hippie, just Hippie's alter ego.

Hippie is going to drink some (more) beer now, not for Hippie's pleasure though, just to thank his alter ego. (And if Hippie's alter ego subscribes to this blog, cheers from Hippie.)

Oops, wrong blog/twig

Hippie had fajitas for dinner.

Just to let you all know, because twits really care about these things.

As Hippie can post twigs, Hippie can even tell you Hippie had green peppers, tomatoes [decide how you want to pronounce that, the spelling remains the same], baby lettuce, a few cheeses, oh, and lots of other good stuff - including a huge pile of chicken slices prepared in various ways, salsa, sour cream... and there was more on the table, but Hippie can't remember everything.

Oh, hold on, Hippie should have run out of room by now. (No, not due to the food - there was a lot of it though) - but the characters: isn't Hippie meant to tell you about dinner in less than 140 milliseconds, as you'll get bored after that?

Ok, dinner was good.

Hippie

p.s. follow Hippie @hippiewhatthehellisthisthingaboutthatIcan'tevenhavethisusernamewithoutusingupallmycharacters#hippieisms?andpeopleusethis?!? Ok, “Dinner was fab”. Oops, said too much, I’ve said enough...

It's all Black & White Now

Hello,

Long time, I know. Hippie has been very busy, but still always thrives to get back here. Will continue trying.

For now, only a quick entry I thought I would share...

Mrs Hippie often shares deodorant with Hippie (this typically happens when Hippie runs out, but Hippie can't be blamed for that).

Unfortunately, with a busy weekend now behind us, even Mrs Hippie (helped no doubt by others, who shall remain nameless) had run out of that fragrance-in-a-can-stuff that ensures we don't smell naturally. (Do we ever fuss about BO during sex? Does it ever put us off that intense moment of passion? Why then do we take such offence to it when encountering someone in a meeting, on public transport, or anywhere else? Odd! We appear to have people smell like the stuff we polish our floors with, instead of their own natural (and certainly at times, it's considered sweet, perfume) tickle on the nasal passages, even if the unnatural is more likely to cause the occasional sneeze).

Well anyway, I digress. And to be honest, who wants to read a blog entry about the pros & cons of deodorant? (If not you, Hippie suggests you click an advert as you won't like this entry!)

Mrs Hippie was out today, and managed to pick up a can of deodorant that she described as being "for both of us". Works for me, a practical option having less cans of spray around.

But I was pleasantly surprised to find out just how much it was "for both of us": Nivea invisible "for Black & White"!

Never knew they had different deodorants for the races, but certainly helpful we can share one with confidence it's for both of us in the Hippie household now.

Hippie