Sigh......

When I'm having a bad day --er, week-- like this one, I find that if I look at this



or this



then maybe this...



click here for a sec...



Hmmmmm.....sorry, did you say something? Whoa! Zoned out there for a while! What was I saying? Oh, yeah - I feel better for a few minutes.

This?



---A little disturbing. Then I remember he's European. Then I'm fine again.

Hmmmmm........

Surely there is a way to get this beauty and its twin to, well - not exist - anymore during Clutter Buster weekend. Unfortunately, they were grandfathered in when we moved in together. Of course, Lovey would NOT understand why I want them gone.

Random Cell Phone Pictures

Giant cupcake to commemorate Swiduggar's last day:

While informative, work-sponsored classes are also rather boring. Pretty spaceship!

He ded.

Why the heck is there a cardboard box with a plaster head in it in the flowerbed? That's what I said.

I soooo parallel-parked this behemoth at the Towne Center!! Yes, there was a car in front of me when I did it.

This one's just for my Mom. Is this what you wanted to do with Granddaddy's car?

The Zed

What could be *more funnerer* than zipping down the Dorch with the top down blasting Guns N Roses? Nuthin'

Not So Long Distance Dedications

With all due respect to Kasey Kasem, I have a few dedications I'd like to make:

To the person(s) driving the black Smartcar on Saturday: tinting the windows does NOT make you look cooler. (Although Lovey may have nailed it when he said they might be tinted them because they were so embarrassed to be driving a glorified Matchbox.)

To the Joe Dirt in the old Camaro who tried to race me down Dorchester on Sunday: I was not trying to race you; I was trying to get to the grocery store before the heavens opened and drenched me with rain. And yeah, I would have taken you if I hadn't been in the little BMW.

To the woman in the flip-flops....and pajama pants....and bra-less tank top who came in my office yesterday: when you learn how to dress yourself to go out in public, I will consider you a serious client. Until then, do not be surprised if I do not fall all over myself to assist you. That crap might fly in Walmart, but not in my fine establishment.

To the 27-month pregnant woman in Superwally today: I hope for your sake - and my eyes - that you give birth soon. Because the belly hanging out of your top? Ewww.
PS - They have this thing called a "pacifier" now. If inserted correctly, it will keep your toddler's shrieking from being heard from produce to tire center.

Until next time: keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching for the stars.