Leveling the Computer Playing Field

Grandma's Red Shoes

To: MM
Re: Red Shoes; Circa 1970
You fashionista! You come by it honestly.
Sincerely,
The baby in white

My Big Fat Greek Lunch

Today I ate at a restaurant that had "Deer Kabobs" on the menu. Today I ate at a restaurant that had "Deer Kabobs" on the menu. Today I ate at a restaurant that had "Deer Kabobs" on the menu.

I know, I still can't believe it myself.

Is that Bambi on the spit? Run to the thicket!!!

Oh the fun we had at lunch today. I'm still giggling. "Nick, Nicki & Nick, we have a clean up by the trash can - bring your windex."

"What gives the rice such a bright yellow color? Saffron. Is there any food coloring? Maybe a little." Imagine rice over which a yellow highlighter exploded. We are sure it would glow in the dark. I think a LOT of food coloring.

"I think last time I was here & ordered 'beef' I may have had 'deer'"

Posted in the bathroom, "It is common decency to wash your hands". I say it is quite a bit more than common decency.

On the front door, An outline of a baker putting strawberries on a cheesecake? (check) Yep, this is the Greek place.

Around the windows, Christmas Lights attached the building with not so little squares of silver reflective tape. Subtle? Not.

It's days like this that make life worth living.

Bloods a boilin' or is it...?

They did not ask me to take part in this study. How about you?
Does apathy lower blood pressure? Hmmmm. No, it must be all the social interaction and joy they bring. :D

Sneeze Where?

I get it.
I get why we should no longer sneeze into our hands.
My brother suggested we sneeze behind other peoples knees.
That would be awkward, but would keep the germs away from our faces.
I sneezed into my arm/elbow today.
It was disgusting.
A drippy, gooey, slimey, spitty wet sneeze.
Now I have to wash my hands up to my armpits.
Perhaps I should just invest in one of these little beauties...

Buttered Cat Array?

I saw this today & it made me laugh. Hope this brightens your day too.

When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet, and when toast is dropped, it always lands with the buttered side facing down. I propose to strap buttered toast to the back of a cat; the two will hover, spinning inches above the ground. With a giant buttered cat array, a high-speed monorail could easily link New York with Chicago.

I'd ride that train.