I share a front stoop with my next-door neighbor. As I approached my front door today after running errands, she and 2 men were hauling in a gigantic plywood-and-wire cage, approximately 6′x4′x3′.
Me: “What is that?”
Her: “This is a cage for my flying squirrel.”
Ladies and gentlemen, without even trying, I have found the first candidate for my squirrel club.
Apologies for emotional whiplash, but since everyone else is blogging about the election today, I couldn’t let the moment pass by. This is my favorite election-themed blog of the day. I think it will be hard to top it.
Thank you, Tom, for a much needed giggle today.
Micah: Knock knock!
Annie: Who’s there?
Micah: Cup!
Annie: Cup who?
Micah: Cup that meets the water!
Just like my stack of washcloths:
Slowly but surely.
Remember this?
One of my favorite bloggers is finally BACK IN ACTION and offered this insight on the subject. I am fascinated by the things that Clive Thompson so brilliantly writes about – and how weird, really, because I’m kind of an idiot.
This remains my favorite of his entries.
Him: “So you drive an old car?”
Me: “She’s not old. She’s experienced.”
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Thanks, Matt Kirkland, for killing the magic. But in a most-awesome way.
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It doesn’t happen often. But when times are tough, I will occasionally wander over to People.com for some light, soul-sucking reading. Today, I found myself taking a “Whom would you rather date?” quiz, which placed a couple of “hot” young bucks side-by-side, and then let me cast my vote.
Maybe this means I’m completely un-hip, but I didn’t know who 75% of the candidates were. I’ve never watched “Gossip Girl.” I’ve never heard a Jonas Brothers song. “High School Musical” has never appealed to me. But these effeminate, coiffed girly-boys are prettier than I am. Is this the standard of attraction today?
If so, I will remain single, thank you very much. Because if I MUST date someone, at least let him be manly.
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Maybe I’ll do another weekend update video. You never know. Stay tuned. And happy Friday.
Chocolate: “I love you.”
Peanut Butter: “I love you back.”
When I moved into my apartment back in February, my dear friend Sarah offered me her bed on a long-term loan. It’s a great 4-poster, and has served me well. However, since Sarah is moving to Texas next month, she recently informed me that she’s going to need the bed back.
Never fear, Mary says. Just get this.
(My favorite line: “This piece of toast is made of plastic, not bread, so if you wake up and smell burning toast, you are probably just having a stroke.”)
