so, I’m an idiot…

Here’s how the conversation at dinner went…

John: There’s a prickly pear in the refrigerator, wanna try it?

Bego: Sure.

John: Okay, listen to me before you do anything. Don’t touch the fruit. Use a fork or something to pick it up.

Bego: Okay. [and proceeds to pick it up with her bare hand]

John: I told you not to touch the fruit!

Bego: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

*For those of you interested in home remedies, you can use a disposable razor to shave the offending spines from a prickly pear THAT YOU HAVE EMBEDDED IN YOUR HAND! They are invisible and painful. Ouch. Did I say I’m an idiot?

voyeur me…I soooo love to people watch

It is especially entertaining as I drive home in the afternoon. You know, peeking into other people’s cars, checking out the oddities at the bus stop.

I drive through several different kinds of neighborhoods — some seem to have sprung up and others seem to be the ones that are designed as developments. Can you believe there are some regulars that I see? I never thought I was that observant, but today I recognized one of the guys who works very hard at keeping his driveway and front yard neat and clean–a daunting task when you consider that he now lives in front of a high density traffic area and most of the houses are getting zoned for business. Anyway, he persists, and you gotta admire that.

That, and he has a booming Obama t-shirt business in his driveway. I wonder how long it’ll be before someone shuts him down for some violation or other. You’ve gotta love that irony.

My favorite observation was at a bar that was just renovated and the parking was repaved. An old dude in a tuxedo was blowing the leaves and pine straw away from the door and off the parking area. It was hysterical. He’d blow the leaves in a pile, and when he turned around the wind kicked up and blew them back. It was like watching Sisyphus struggling with his eternal damnation.

I hope he got his task done before they opened.

he’s messing with us

From the guy whose men’s cologne I couldn’t get enough of, we get this…

and this…

and this…

It seems like Pierre Cardin has reached that period in his life and career…

where he can do anything he pleases, and the lemmings will “ooooooh” and “aaaaaaah.”

Well why the hell not? It’s the stupid lemmings posting the pictures.  😉

Here’s what I think…

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