This morning, I passed a guy driving a car who was wearing a motorcycle helmet. I slowed down to double check and yep, that dude in a car is definitely wearing a helmet.
When I refilled my asthma prescription, the pharmacist told me that by 2009, my type of inhaler won’t be made anymore because the propellant is “bad for the ozone layer.” Which makes no sense to me whatsoever because unlike the entire female hockey-haired population of the 80s who coated the entire Earth in a thick crackle of Aqua Net, I am not spraying my inhaler into the air – I am spraying it into my lungs. Should I be concerned about this? That it’s not OK for the environment, but OK to spray into one of my vital organs? Also, the new stuff will cost me four times as much. What the hell, government.
I know most of you don’t care about baseball (and not many of you care about it as deeply as we do), but you’ve got to admit, this play is outstanding. Also, I hate the White Sox (sorry, it needed to be said).
I am using my mind powers to wish my workplace into letting us out early. (Don’t laugh, I have so far wished the following restaurants into existence near my house: Jimmy John’s, Dave & Buster’s and Sonic.) I practiced on the office candy jar and made a single, extremely rare 100 Grand bar appear out of nowhere, so I think I have a good shot.
You guys asked, and our cats delivered! I kid you not, the very next day, BOTH of them had mustaches. Usually Sunny is the one to engage in this hilarious activity, but Abby decided she wanted to join in the fun.
Here’s Abby rocking a good start to a gnarly fu manchu. I COULD NOT keep a straight face when she looked at me for the first time and I saw this. I kept laughing and she KNEW I was laughing at HER, so there was a lot of angry tail flicking in my general direction. Which made me laugh even harder. I mean, look at it – it’s perfect!
And here is a morose Sunny, who was sadly interrupted during her bug-hunting escapades, and only had time to acquire half of what would have been a killer Boris from Rocky & Bullwinkle ‘stache.
Unfortunately, I have yet to get photographic evidence of her sporting a Hitler.
We camped last weekend at Jason’s parents’ place. They invite family and friends to park their campers and pitch their tents on their property. It’s a great time. Also, Jason’s grandma makes the best hotdish EVER.
Let me say this right off the bat – we are NOT pregnant. This masthead is NOT a clue as to our status as possible parents, OK? It’s just cute and made me laugh to myself when I thought, “A baby mobile. With pickles and dimes. Heh heh.”
The plush pickle is from the awesome, awesome site My Paper Crane, which features cute plush objects for sale that are absolutely fantastic. I’m going to order some pickles for myself once she restocks her shop.
The other images are from the free stock photo site SXC. The background pattern came from Squidfingers and the font is “Teen Dreem Magazine” from Dafont.
For real, though? If we do have kids, I’m totally making them a pickles & dimes mobile.
