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Dear food cart: It is NOT FAIR for you to allow your breakfast-taco aromas waft out into the street like that. You know all I got is yogurt.
Enjoying a Paulaner Salvator (double bock) and wondering why none of the local brewers make beer like this.
The content section on Herman Cain's Web site (http://www.cainconnections.com) is, and I'm not making this up, 999 pixels wide. That's right, 9-9-9.
Must remember not to Google first when I think of a joke. Now the wind's out of the sails for my "Hugs boson" joke. Curse you, Internet!
Simon the typist - http://www.youtube.com/watch...
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Someone at the Korean Central News Agency typed "Dead Leader" when they meant to say "Dear Leader" #ItWasAllATypo
Went to Ikea with a long list of furniture to look for. Came home with two sets of bamboo coasters. ... Take THAT, capitalism?
Today on Facebook, I see people discussing RG3, PED, MVP, CP3 ... Man, when did sports fans become acronym-spouting bureaucrats?
Thanks to today's broadcast from the Met, I just heard my 2-year-old repeat the phrase "drinking song". #ClassicalMusicIsABadInfluence
Friday Factoid: Colonial militia members were referred to as "minutemen" because of their tiny stature. #YourePronouncingItWrong
Yes, and how many open-air poops must I change, before they can call me a man? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. #Literally #Ew
Apparently the local PE class runs by our house daily. Times like these I wish I had a shotgun. "Keep runnin'," I'd drawl from my porch.
This doctor's waiting room is full of both light jazz holiday tunes and episodes of Dora the Explorer. Why do they want me to murder?
Ooh! Ooh! I saw a bit of blue sky today! It's a Thanksgiving miracle!
If I'm using allspice, parchment paper, turbinado sugar, and the pizza cutter -- or, heck, if I'm baking -- it must be Thanksgiving.
Started a bucket list. Item #1: "Throw away my bucket list and never again start one." I am now living a fulfilled life.
I can't tell if I really like radishes, or if I just like pouring salt on things and eating them.
Clara's umbilical stump fell off tonight. So you guys are going to have to start calling it something besides Stumptown now. Sorry.
Believe I've officially reached Slaphappiness. I'm'a go read the whole Internet real quick, 'cuz it's ALL gonna be hilarious right now.
Dear hospital, it was my understanding that the point of the machine that beeps was to alert someone to come in and stop the beeping.
Hanging out in a hospital room with an infant for days has largely reduced me to her workflow: eat, poop, sleep, repeat.
Spending 17 hours (and counting) in windowless hospital rooms, mostly staring at my iPhone, has me close to believing I'm a brain in a vat.
Yesterday's paternity-leave excitement was cleaning out the spice drawer. Today we kick it up a notch with a 4am trip to the pediatric ICU.
Mist. Avon. - http://www.flickr.com/photos...
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Amused that the only English word I recognized in the indeterminate-foreign-language call I'm overhearing was "gibberish".
I have purchased October's bus pass a full two days before it is needed. I am feeling a surge of power I don't know quite how to handle.
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