Holy Crap

Loaded with fiber, one assumes.

Loaded with fiber, one assumes.

July 30th: I’m wearing a heavy cardigan

Good job building services! It’s 65° in my office. The AC is set to arctic blast.

I blame Obama

GPOYW Shot Yesterday While Waiting For Very Delicious Grilled Cheese & Tofu Pad Thai From Food Market Stalls In Midtown Edition. 

See also: giant forehead

GPOYW Shot Yesterday While Waiting For Very Delicious Grilled Cheese & Tofu Pad Thai From Food Market Stalls In Midtown Edition.

See also: giant forehead

Why?

Why is this dog wearing booties?

This dog has just been lifted from her carrier and placed on the sidewalk after her person carried her down the block. 

This dog has booties to match her outfit (leash and carrier). 

In conclusion, I hate her person.

Why?

Why is this dog wearing booties?

This dog has just been lifted from her carrier and placed on the sidewalk after her person carried her down the block.

This dog has booties to match her outfit (leash and carrier).

In conclusion, I hate her person.

I’m planning on breaking a few child labor laws in the shop today. Don’t tell the authorities.

I’m planning on breaking a few child labor laws in the shop today. Don’t tell the authorities.

An earlier conversation made me think of these Corningware pots. 

Mom had them in every size, including pint sized, which was perfect for making a single serving of Cream of Wheat. Mom made a lot of bowls of Cream of Wheat and the pot became known as the Cream if Wheat pot, later the Cow pot. 

She had a great big pot which she used for spaghetti sauce with meatballs. My mom isn’t a great cook. Cooking wasn’t a big deal in the 60s & 70s. She made sauce with a packet of spices called “spaghettini” and mixed it with canned tomatoes and tomato paste. It was her messiest meal. My sister and I dreaded it because we knew we’d have to clean the kitchen after dinner.  

The only good thing about spaghetti night was the salad. Mom threw in little chunks of kosher salami and artichoke hearts to make it more antipasto-ish. She served it with red wine vinegar and oil in cruets, which we’d have to wash later. 

How did I get so off topic? Anyway, cornflower Corningware pots. Mom even had handles that you snap on to make them more potty. My kids had small plastic versions in their play kitchen which sat in the fake microwave.

An earlier conversation made me think of these Corningware pots.

Mom had them in every size, including pint sized, which was perfect for making a single serving of Cream of Wheat. Mom made a lot of bowls of Cream of Wheat and the pot became known as the Cream if Wheat pot, later the Cow pot.

She had a great big pot which she used for spaghetti sauce with meatballs. My mom isn’t a great cook. Cooking wasn’t a big deal in the 60s & 70s. She made sauce with a packet of spices called “spaghettini” and mixed it with canned tomatoes and tomato paste. It was her messiest meal. My sister and I dreaded it because we knew we’d have to clean the kitchen after dinner.

The only good thing about spaghetti night was the salad. Mom threw in little chunks of kosher salami and artichoke hearts to make it more antipasto-ish. She served it with red wine vinegar and oil in cruets, which we’d have to wash later.

How did I get so off topic? Anyway, cornflower Corningware pots. Mom even had handles that you snap on to make them more potty. My kids had small plastic versions in their play kitchen which sat in the fake microwave.

I think all my teeth just fell out looking at these. 

I’m glad the kids kept themselves busy today.

I think all my teeth just fell out looking at these.

I’m glad the kids kept themselves busy today.

These must be her smoking socks

Bonus points if you get the cultural reference

She had a matching baseball cap, too. I didn’t see the front of her tee, but I’m guessing it was pot leaf themed.
These must be her smoking socks

Bonus points if you get the cultural reference

She had a matching baseball cap, too. I didn’t see the front of her tee, but I’m guessing it was pot leaf themed.

Apparently, my twitter feed has reached the end of the Internet

Apparently, my twitter feed has reached the end of the Internet

Goodbye Rita Rose

Our neighbor’s Yorkie died. She was only 9 years old. I remember my 4 year olds begging me to go play with the puppy. They became fast friends.

We’d hear Tom telling Rita to shut up from his deck. We’d see Ginny walking her every single the morning.

The absence of her squeaky bark is like a hole punched in the air.

This one goes out to San Diego: Sunny Sunday from Long Island.

This one goes out to San Diego: Sunny Sunday from Long Island.

Who will stop the rain?

I’ve just read about 10 posts about rain and thunder storms. Is there anywhere on tumblr that isn’t rainy?

C’mon. Show us your sunny Sunday shots?

Good morning Mom, I think I have pinkeye

Guess we’ll all be wearing our hazmat suits to the beach.

Who am I kidding, it’s not a beach day.

WHO’S UP FOR DAY DRINKING?

No, you’re watching The Parent Trap

And crying. That Lindsay Lohan was adorable when she was 12.