I love me some Flight of the Conchords, and this one’s about fashion! Thanks to Sadie, one of my 5th graders, for sending this to me. 🙂
funny
how to tie a bowtie, courtesy of marriage equality
This is cute, and funny. My hubby uses it whenever he needs to tie a bow-tie. He’s been tying a bow-tie quite frequently lately, as he’s playing a character called “The Scorekeeper” in a local theatre production. (The Scorekeeper never leaves the house without his dapper bow-tie and cardigan.)
If you live in Seattle, my hubby will perform tonight at 11pm at Theatre Schmeatre (2125 3rd Ave. in Belltown).
macaroni, spaghetti, meatballs!
Buon giorno! I’m on vacation in ITALY, WHUT WHUT?!?!
In the meantime, here’s a cute little World Cup video for you to giggle at:
Ciao!
around the town: awesome bumper sticker
Hubby and I spotted this hilarious bumper sticker outside Blazing Bagels. When I stopped to snap a picture of it, someone walked up to the truck. “Is this your truck?” we asked. He laughed and said, “Yep, and people stop and take a picture of my bumper sticker all the time. At least once a week.”
postcard from: edinburgh: nowhere special
home improvement: bathroom door without hole
We used to have a big hole in our bathroom door. Whenever guests came over, we had to tape a piece of cardboard over the hole. Why was it there?
Because of this little guy. One night we closed the bathroom door and left the home without realizing The Boy was inside the bathroom. While he was stuck in there, he opened the bottom drawer of the three drawers located right inside the door—so when we got home, we couldn’t open the door to let him out, because the drawer was blocking it.
We tried to reach inside the bathroom with a spatula to close the drawer, but the spatula was too bendy. We could open the door about two inches, so after about a half-hour of us crouching on the floor and The Boy meowing his little head off, we got a hack-saw and reached it through the door, hacking all the way down through the drawer. We destroyed the drawer, and now have no bottom drawer.
But that was not the end of our stupidity. It happened again. A few months later, The Boy got trapped inside again, and this time opened the second, middle drawer. This time, we couldn’t open the door more than a tiny crack. We ended up using a hammer and a drill to create a hole in the door large enough to reach our arms through and push in the drawer.
This time, we immediately went and bought some child-proof drawer locks. It won’t happen again.
Anyway, over a year later, we finally went and bought a replacement door, and my husband worked on his first door project. A little messy, and we have yet to do touch-ups, but at least it doesn’t have a hole in it.
If you look carefully, down in the lower-left corner of this picture, you can see the bottom drawer that is missing. We store rolled-up towels in the empty hole.
postcard from: seattle: street decoupage
Impromptu decoupage!
The stickers all come from the Sci-Fi Museum, about 20 steps away from this light-post. So my question is, did one person get a huge pile of stickers and do this by themselves/with friends? Or did somebody start it and then all the other visitors to the Sci-Fi Museum just did it too? Organized, or spontaneous? I’d like to think it was spontaneous, that hundreds of people have, without ever meeting or speaking to each other, and without really knowing there was a plan, cooperated in decorating something mundane into something, well, extraordinary! All kinds of people (well, all kinds who went to the Sci-Fi Museum) who, one by one, added their sticker, until the whole thing hit critical mass and actually started to look official.
What do you think?
invisible bagel
Spotted this at Blazing Bagels in Redmond…
The owner of the store saw me taking a picture and came over to tell me about a woman who came in a few weeks ago and complained that “Every time I come in, the invisible bagels are all gone.”
It’s quirky things like this that you find in small businesses. Support local!
cat with knives
When we got home from grocery shopping yesterday, this is what I found on the kitchen floor.
Right away, I knew exactly which of our two cats had committed this dastardly deed. Mathilda (a.k.a. Stinky or Stinks) loves to play the Pen Game: any time there’s a pen sitting around on a table or couch, she sort of coyly reaches out one curled paw and lightly scoots it across the surface until it falls on the ground. Then she calmly looks down at her handiwork, looks up at me, and squeaks for approval.
I can just imagine how satisfied she was to hear the solid plunk of Wusthof knives dropping off the edge of our kitchen counter (which she’s not even supposed to be on and she knows it!).
As soon as I got out my camera to capture the incriminating evidence, she came right over and sat down next to the scene of the crime, thus proving incontrovertibly that she was the guilty party.
(I shudder to think what would have happened if her brother had walked into the kitchen while she was up to her little shenanigans.)
Rascal! Her mother was a rascal, and her mother’s mother before her! When the humans are away, the cats will play, I suppose.
CUP AND PENNY 