Spirograph: the Zentangle machine of the 1970s.Game changer.
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.
Monday pop quiz!
Guess how much I paid for a ridiculous jar of s’mores flavored peanut butter.
And now, we hurl
Po’ boys for breakfast
$14.99 for a replacement remote?
Dammit, Verizon FiOS
Holding Riley and all his family in my heart, with love.
I don’t think there was a “Prone to Take Stealthies” or “Whines Incessantly Online” result for this quiz.
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.
Obviously, my daughter is trying to kill me slowly with sappy teen love stories.
I think my white board doodle qualifies me for the office Halloween decoration contest.
Look at this fucking asshole.
I left a note that said: next time, try parking in ONE spot.
I also left a note with his plate number for the security guys.
I am Randi, Defender of the Parking Spaces
It’s a regular needle-crafts-a-palooza on this train!
Lieutenant Sandwich and Major Sandwich must be out on maneuvers.