While walking through my apartment building on the way to the laundry room, I saw this on a neighbor’s doorstep:
Of course, I would have liked it even better had it said “NICE PANTIES.” You know how certain words inexplicably skeeve you? I feel that way about “underpants,” for whatever reason. It has to be “underwear” for general use, “panties” for women and “shorts” for men. But anyway… made me wonder who lives there. 🙂
Next up, a stray photo from our Vegas weekend a couple of weeks ago. You know, if we spankos ever get our own channel, we simply must have a sitcom called Everybody Loves Alex.
So today is St. Patrick’s Day. In preparation, I brought a green t-shirt to John’s to put on this morning. However, we showered first. And while I was drying off and about to dress, John swooped over, exclaimed that I wasn’t wearing green and started pinching me. My sides, my butt, my boobs. “You’re not either!” I cried, lunging for him. In one fluid move, he ducked out of the way, snatched up his green bath towel and slung it over his shoulder. “There,” he said, continuing to assault me with his pinchy fingers.
Finally, he let up and left the bathroom so I could dress in peace. When I came out, imagine my shock when I saw that, after all that fuss, he was dressed in khaki shorts and a plaid shirt of tan and rust shades — no green!! “Where’s your green??” I hollered. He just gave me a look of disdain. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said loftily. “That’s a child’s game.”
I swear, that man is going to send me to an early grave.
Hope everyone had a nice weekend. 🙂