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.
On one particularly illuminating evening at the Bow Bow, it was declared that the peanut is "the nut of the people." It is a common nut with no pretenses. It is cheap, sometimes even free. You can crack it open with your teeth, and throw the shells on the floor (and step on them for a most satisfying crunch). Open its charmingly textured casing and you are presented with not one but two tiny snacks. Oh, peanut, you are plebeian yet precious. A perfect treasure from Mother Nature's loins. Ever-reliable and rewarding. A mainstay and a marvel. Hats off to the peanut!
Recently I came down with the flu, and was out of the office for nearly a week. When I returned I came to a startling discovery -- one which I must make public immediately. The duration of time that you are expected to sit at your desk is several hours. I know -- I couldn't believe it either. You cannot just leave when you are bored, or restless, or you need a nap, or a game of tennis, or your butt hurts from sitting, or god forbid -- you finished your work. You are supposed to just sit there for the entire day. Sure, you get paid. But when you look at the clock because you just can't take it anymore, and it's only 2:30 pm, a little part of you dies inside. Can you put a price on that?
I was telling, well, shouting to someone about this at a noisy bar last night, and even I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.
Bag of Lint, culled by artisans from an authentic "Speed Queen" for over 8 months. Soft and supple, Bag of Lint makes a perfect gift for the collector, looking just fantastic alongside stacks and stacks of newspaper. You will never find lint so fine at a price so reasonable.*
Introducing the Mangroomer, which claims to "opens to a staggering 135-degrees so you can reach all areas of your back from different angles with ease." Guys, I think you know what all this flexibility really means. No more embarrassing trips to the salon for your bi-monthly Boyzilian.
Red Starbucks cups. Visions of shiny red-and-green packaging lining the Walgreen’s candy aisle. Gift baskets filled with shrink-wrapped sausages and $40 pears crowding the office kitchen counters. Oh yes, the holidays have pounced upon us once again. And that means it’s time to break out the plastic and spend, spend, spend! Buy until you can buy no more! Literally! Go for broke! But what to get for everyone??? Well, we wouldn’t be Finders if we couldn’t find the perfect holiday gifts. So that is exactly what we have done. Over the next few weeks we will present you with the ultimate gifts for the holiday season for everyone on your list—and more! 
When you look at this picture you are struck with a natural question: Is her hair standing on end like this because the photographer caught it in movement, at just the moment when it looked like a kooshball-like sea creature, or is this hair A-bomb the handiwork of her hairdresser and her 'do was just like this even when she was standing very still? (Let's not even consider the possibility of it being a wig. Because that is just so not funny.)
