Holy Crap

Moments of joy for Summer summersumz

A flip phone! 

How quaint

A flip phone!

How quaint

Quick!

Please send suggestions of a “team activity” for me to lead without making me hurl. My boss put me in charge of the status meeting on Thursday. This won’t end well.

I’m thinking of writing the names of celebrities (within the company, or room) on post-it’s and putting them on people’s backs. Then they have to guess who they are. I dunno.

Spirograph: the Zentangle machine of the 1970s.

Game changer.

Spirograph: the Zentangle machine of the 1970s.

Game changer.
Pedestrian Placebo

I’m fascinated by the number of people I see pushing the button. If you’ve been in the city for more than 2 hours you know that the lights are on timers. 

And yet, New Yorkers, who know better, push the buttons. 

Related: eww germs!

Pedestrian Placebo

I’m fascinated by the number of people I see pushing the button. If you’ve been in the city for more than 2 hours you know that the lights are on timers.

And yet, New Yorkers, who know better, push the buttons.

Related: eww germs!

34th Street laying down some knowledge.

34th Street laying down some knowledge.

Monday pop quiz!

Guess how much I paid for a ridiculous jar of s’mores flavored peanut butter.

Monday pop quiz!

Guess how much I paid for a ridiculous jar of s’mores flavored peanut butter.

And now, we hurl

And now, we hurl

Po’ boys for breakfast

Po’ boys for breakfast

$14.99 for a replacement remote?
Dammit, Verizon FiOS

$14.99 for a replacement remote?

Dammit, Verizon FiOS

lmcg-e:

Holding Riley and all his family in my heart, with love.

lmcg-e:

Holding Riley and all his family in my heart, with love.

(via monkeyfrog)

I don’t think there was a “Prone to Take Stealthies” or “Whines Incessantly Online” result for this quiz.

I don’t think there was a “Prone to Take Stealthies” or “Whines Incessantly Online” result for this quiz.

Dear Bladder,

If I get up, the dog will want to go out. It doesn’t matter that she has total access to relieve herself through her doggie doors.

No. She’ll start by whimpering at the bathroom door. Then, she’ll grab the nearest frisbee or Red Bally and drop it at my feet as I try to stumble back to the bedroom.

Then, she’ll get me with the eyes. She’ll sit in front of me and look up with her most pathetic face. I’m doomed to be up for the day.