Hiatus...unintended

The two crazy ladies are running amok with important things. What you might ask is more important than entertaining you with snarky commentary about idiocy in public? Wellllll...Persnickety is in the middle of a heinous remodel that involves sublime stupidity all its own. Feisty is growing a human and avoiding the inclination to dismember of varying members of the family and a few friends or enemies or even total strangers.
So by all means visit either of their other blogs and click around on the blogrolls or old links to entertain yourselves till we get back to our programming.

What? It's summer, and you should expect reruns. Even the tv shows take a hiatus once in a while.

New meaning to "do it yourself"

I just have no words. I will refer you back to this post though, for the mere fact that this kind of thing keep occurring. That, and Persnickety says it so well already.


And once again, I'll remind you of the disclaimer. Plus if you don't want it to be seen here, don't do it in public.

When the bough breaks

My child-free-by-choice sister who thinks kids are sticky noisy and sticky sent me this picture of a baby being worn... saying "Yes... its a real baby. poor thing was wobbling" I don't know if she meant the baby was wobbling or the boy carrying the baby was, but either way, it can't be good. And I can only imagine that the boy was handed the baby in the carrier and strapped together while the carrier is sized for the parent.

A board short of a load

It's another instance of what I call the "StepSister Syndrome". You know, like from Cinderella, where her stepsister says "I'll MAKE it fit!"

Today's submission arrived in my inbox from Sunny Yukon. You may need to click on the picture to really see what she's talking about here.
Sunny writes:
"Not a great shot, the sun was in my face, sorry. I'm also not on my favorite computer, so if the cropping needs to be redone, let me know.

Anyways, it's a guy driver, who purchased one board at the lumber yard, and stuck it crossways through his windows to take home. So glad I wasn't on the HIGHWAY lane next to him! He came back for a second board later... I should have asked what happened to the first one.

He drove really carefully through the gate... didn't want to get it caught there, yet he's not worried about the other lanes on the highway...

Cheers :)"

Cheers indeed Sunny. Cheers that he didn't hit your gates and give you more work to do ;)

For some reason I am envisioning a dog trying to get a bone in the house through the doggy door...except the bone is bigger than the door.

San Francisco Treats

Yankee Belle sent this to me, and said

"Hey! My friend and I went into the Hard Rock for lunch in San Francisco a few weeks ago, and these guys were at the bar, wearing, as you can see, an assortment of hats. Very drunk at no later than 1 in the afternoon. :-) On top of it all? It was seriously a Tuesday. Not even the weekend."

I personally, love the crabby hat. For some reason (probably the googly eyes), it makes me think of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.......Does this mean Blooregard is at the table too?

What's with the dirty laundry?

I never thought I'd see another instance like this one ever again. You'll have to scroll down to the bottom of the post to see what I mean, but it's there.
You may not be able to see clearly what it is, but it's a washing machine atop the trunk of an early-90s model Honda Accord, being driven by an ecstatic woman who seemed to be happy to no longer have to schlep the laundry to the laundromat anymore.

Tight ain't always right.

This latest post came screeching into my inbox by way of Meuse. This was of course after I got the giggly phone call from her trying to compose herself enough to tell me she was sending me the email of what she had just witnessed. I will now let her explain what she saw in her own words. (Minor editing for grammar, punctuation and spelling. Grrr. Don't make be break out the evil English teacher brandishing the wet noodle, people!)

I hope you get this, but lemme paint the vivid picture. She dumped herself outta
this car, she was wearing one extremely large bright yellow hoop earring in her
right ear and nothing in the left. She had a yellow necklace on, those orange
stretch pants, and a sheer black top. Her gut hung out so far it looked like she
was carrying octuplets. I think the shirt had splashes of pink and blue on it,
but not really sure what that was about, then she put on a camouflage sweat
jacket. The passenger was a black female with a mohawk. (She)looked like a mini Mr T. Gawd I wish you coulda been there to see that! Sorry the pic sucks, but my
camera ain't the highest of technology...I only wish I could have gotten the
shot when she bent over into the car and then got out with the biggest wedgie I
ever saw and proceeded to pull it out right there in the parking lot.

Just remember, if you get dressed in the dark recesses of your closet with out the consultation of a mirror before you leave the house, you are setting yourself up to be fodder for blogs and ridicule everywhere. Tight ain't always right, folks.

To quote of my favorite movies from all time...

"Looks like two pigs fightin' under a blanket"--Steel Magnolias