(Works best if you read this in an Andy Rooney-esque whine.)
This keeps happening to me over and over and over again lately. I have to make use of the public facilities (seldom a delightful experience anyway), I go to the sink, wash my hands, look up, and see this mess —
Now what is wrong with this picture? Take a look at how this works.
I woke up this morning with this song stuck in my head, thinking about my dad and the good progress he’s making recovering from a triple bypass operation.
New Orleans is, of course, a city known for its food, home to some of the best chefs in the country. I was in town recently, so I figured I’d check out some of the local establishments and give you guys a virtual sight-tasting tour. Let’s start with the hotel vending machine.
Love this song. Local musician Bruce Wilder was recently performing it solo at Firewheel Coffee, my office away from the office. Makes me want to sneak up behind him with a giant saxophone and start blaring away at the appropriate moments.
Technically spotted on July 1 at Michaels. Thanks to Swagger Mom for the tip-off about fall going up this week. That made me wonder, and my suspicions checked out.