Monthly Archives: June 2009
#55 The Downside of Water Features
I stuffed myself at lunch and then had to run back to the office past all the tortuous water fountains. Public water features are beautiful and all, but not when there aren’t also public toilets.
Filed under Self care
#54 Generic Crayons
In general I like to buy the cheap stuff. However, there’s a few exceptions. I like cushy toilet paper, high thread-count sheets, and crayons that actually work. Our local coffee shop needs better art supplies; my son’s greasy grilled-cheese-sandwich-fingers left … Continue reading
Filed under Art and Craft, Children, Self care
#53 Infestation
I guess I haven’t played my guitar in a while. When I opened the case, I found one of these inside. My brother informs me that there’s a good spray for this kind of thing.
#52 Irrepressible Consumerism
Even though I don’t need any more crap (especially given our current situation), I’m drawn in by the alluring marketing.
Filed under Uncategorized
#51 Taking Turns
I love the nonverbal cues this kid is using as he silently begs my husband, “hey, Mister…. can I have a turn now?”
#50 Mammalian Symmetry
It sucks only having two hands. What will my child choose? Dropping the Redvine* and maintaining his balance or holding onto the candy and possibly falling? For the record, I did not give my child the Redvine. A friend at … Continue reading
#49 Dissapointment: Lunch Edition
My co-worker ordered Cesar Salad, and it came with Ranch dressing by accident. And mushy croutons. The sucky thing here was that I had to deal with Ms. HungryGrumpers for the rest of the day. Poor, poor me.
#48 Pushy Sales Representatives
Pukey McBarfen-Hurl My husband donned his beautiful new suit and a horrendous clashing tie when getting ready for a job interview today. He was confused, since the salesman at Brooks Brothers picked it out specifically for the suit. While … Continue reading
#47 Unrequited Love
My son kisses this scooter every time we walk by it. Alas, the scooter seems to have a heart of stone and never returns the embrace. Why do our hearts allow us to feel love that can’t be returned?
Filed under Children
