My father had a dry wit, which I like to think I inherited. We shared an appreciation for Gary Larson’s twistedly funny The Far Side.
My father was partial to any Far Side cartoons that featured dogs, such as the crafty dog luring an unsuspecting cat into a washing machine trap with “Cat Fud” signs and the one with dogs playing cat tetherball.
Gary Larson would’ve killed on Tumblr.
I’ve lived in this city a long time. And have ridden in more cabs that I care to or can remember. So I was pleasantly surprised yesterday when my friends and I got into The Happy Cab, which I didn’t know was a thing.
No flashing lights. No dopey brit driver. No cameras. Just a really friendly driver who asked us a single question that dumbfounded us. After giving up our chance at a free ride to buy an extra clue we accidentally stumbled on the answer and won this wallet. I, for one, am happy our brain farts while grappling for the answer, weren’t filmed.
So this driver is awesome. Look for him. And if you find him this card will give you a free cab ride anywhere within Manhattan.
I’m nosy by nature. that’s similar to, but oh so very different than, from a 1990s hip-hop-trio.
Usually I don’t ask, but for this week’s 52 week tumblr thing please tell me why you want this. Yes, it’s a lovely basket for Easter time, or if you like rabbits, or if you like eating rabbit at Easter time.
If you don’t want to tell me that’s fine. You can still have this.
But you can lie to me. I’ll never know.
I learned at an early age that names can be misleading. I’m still waiting for the pony that should come with saddle shoes. While Earth Footwear is made from recycled materials, they do not in fact feel like you are walking barefoot in the park.
Last year I fell in love with these sandals that position toes higher than heels, which apparently gives you Betty Grable legs.
I bought 4 pairs before discovering I was not that into them and they’ve been collecting dust on my closet floor ever since.
If no one takes them through freecycle I will trek down to midtown (which I despise) in search of a Soles4Souls donation box.
The economy sucks. So you may want to prepare your kids for a life of gambling, booze and drugs at an early age.
I don’t remember growing up around as many gambling-oriented toys as I’m discovering around the house. Maybe I’m suppressing memories of a childhood spent counting cards…
Unfortunately I didn’t have the instructions for this that explained you shouldn’t test the automatic ball return feature while near a wine rack.
When my father got this digital putting cup (many years ago if the bright red LED score keeper is any indication), I’m sure he never imagined one of his smart daughters would lack the common sense to keep a bottle of Petite Syrah out of line of the bar return. No sense crying over spilled wine, it still tastes as good.
This is my first Father’s Day without my dad and it sucks. Not that we ever did anything super-special on this day but I would either be with him or call him if I was not in the New York area.
I am still sorting through all the stuff he hoarded … ventured into the attic for the first time today and retrieved a couple items before the heat and the moldy Big Bird doll in the corner scared me away.
Is difficult to decide what to do with is left behind. The crazy carved wooden bowl from Namibia that my uncle gave my father now has a home in my apartment. But I have no idea what to do with the framed Madonna that, according to an inscription, some nun presented to my father in 1943 for “excellence in the third grade”.
For the sake of those that you leave behind, please don’t hoard.
“That woman must really have her shit together,” is what I thought when I saw a picture of this USB port extender in a magazine. It arrived it the mail, and was as slick as I expected but it did nothing to organize the chaos around my desk. And definitely did not make me look 10 pounds thinner.
So yes, magazines lie. Excuse me while I go read the three new ones that arrived today.
So I have my father’s years. When I was younger their Dumbo-like quality horrified me but over the year I have grown my hair and come to terms. I used to wear crazy loud earrings to camouflage but log hair works too.
Very trippy that all his brothers have “the ears”. I probably shouldn’t have indulged in my cousin’s special brownies at the wake. Dad wouldn’t have but approved but open caskets are freaky.
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