I just laughed so hard at the way he says, "MoooooOOO and OiiiiIIIIIInnnKKKK!" at the end that I fell off my chair at work.
An umbrella in each back pocket. We saw this on the street last night. They move to the rhythmic beat of your ass.
In terms of cats wearing stuff, you think you've seen it all. But then - BAM! - cat wearing a hardhat. Can't you just picture Foreman Meow driving a mini bulldozer in his litterbox? Cute!!! Cats can wear practically anything and look adorable. Most of it has to do with how pissed they get. Unlike dogs, who appear to enjoy parading around in emasculating froufrou outfits, cats are having none of that. But that just makes you wanna hug 'em and squeeze ' em even more -- beew!
Rainy day, roaming the stacks, pull out a few good reads, some nice picture books. Settle down at a table or just sit in the middle of the stacks for a bit. Can you think of a more pleasant way to spend a rainy day?
Yes, the umbrella pictured here is obviously some kind of joke. But I'll tell you what is no joking matter: Big-ass sports umbrellas used by a single person on a city sidewalk. Akin to the single person commuting solo in a fatty SUV, the bearer of the sports umbrella is obnoxious, offensive and in the way. Sports umbrellas are for sporting events! Like, say you're at a golf tournament and it starts raining. You pull out your gargantuan umbrella and up to 10 people (depending on individual girths) can take refuge from the rain under its mighty span. That's great. But your striped sports umbrella is most decidedly not for use in the city! I don't care if some tech company or bank gave it to you for free! Go get a normal-sized umbrella and pretend to be the sophisticated human being that you so obviously are not.
Look at the size of this ship. It could run aground on Alcatraz and go, "island? what island?" And all the teeny tiny boats around it? Those are actually normal-size boats.
File this under "Things a six-year-old would know that we, as grown women are still finding out the hard way." Some baked goods were left out in the kitchen a half hour before lunchtime. I don't know what it is about free food, but I am on it like a raccoon on shiny objects. Can noo resist it. Noo, Jenny. Add to that the sneaky pleasure of getting away with something bad. It is for the TAKING! The perfect crime! I even cut it in half, ate it, and went back for the other half. Hours later, I am still not hungry for lunch. And in this worker-bee neighborhood after 3 o'clock lunch becomes slim pickins. You're lucky if you can buy some Twizzlers and DP at Sammy's. So much for eating healthy.
