How low should they go?
Really? REALLY? You can purchase these jeans from Sanna’s Shop for about $88
My Song: Otherwise known as THE MOM SONG
This is the most hysterical thing I have ever seen. If you haven’t already, here it is.
The Sock
We buy them. They are expensive. The washing machine eats them. But we still have lots of socks left. They look like this:
That’s correct. ONE in every color. But there is ONE matching pair left. They look like this:
Sometimes we find the missing sock:
And sometimes…we don’t.
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year?
As the year draws to an end, it’s not only time for holiday madness, but time to get rid of all that Flexible Spending Medical Account and make all those doctors visits, that you’ve been, well DREADING. (After all, who wants to get hit with those Out of Network deductibles the first month of the year.?) So, while you dread, you might as well make that phone call to the Worst, Worstiest, doctor of all. But first, see if you recognize the signs (click for audio version!) : The Worstiest Doctor of All
Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night.
Weightwatchers Tool: How cool is this!!!
Look at this fun tool from Weightwatchers. Of course, they are trying to sell you their products, duh.
The War of the Poop Worlds
So last night I was walking Chloe, who never really likes to walk, as you have heard about once, or twice or ten times, and there, right in front of our building, I see this 20 something woman pick up her pooch (also a toy poodle) and put him in the fenced off tree to do his business. So I marched over with a proper amount indignence, pulling Chloe behind me, while at that second, her dog takes a poop. “Um, excuse me. They put that fence there so our dogs WOULDN’T crap or pee on the newly planted BUSHES.” “I PICK IT UP,” she says. And besides, I can’t control where my (8 pound) poodle goes.
“Oh REALLY?? That’s why they have LEASHES.” And she very intelligently replies, “That’s YOUR opinion.” Several moments later, I am narrating the story to the doorman and Poodle Pooper lady comes to the very same door! She LIVES with me! “You don’t have to go TELLING everyone!” she says. “I LIVE HERE.”
Yeah, I say. Then you should CURB YOUR DOG. “He’s a country dog and not used to going on the cement,” is her excuse. “Then use WEE WEE pads,” I offer. “I DO,” she says. “Then why are you letting him SHIT ON OUR TREES???”
“Listen,” she threatens. “I live here and pay a lot of rent, so you better watch out”. Oh REALLY? I respond. “Maybe if your dog didn’t CRAP on the trees, they wouldn’t have had to put EXPENSIVE fences around them and your RENT WOULDN’T be so high!!”
Is it me? Or have people just gotten ruder?? (NOTE: No trees, plant or other green leafy things harmed in the writing of this article)
The moment
“I’m too tired now. Let’s just get a cab.” And then, the next moment, up she goes, flinging her arms around his neck. And for a moment, I was back there, feeling as tall as the world, looking down on my daddy’s hair, smelling his spicy after shave, and thinking, in that moment, the little girl should never let go.