I was walking back from a coffee shop the other day when I passed a window sign advertising, “Little Bitches.” I thought, “What the heck is that?”
Then I saw another sign: “Dentistry for Little Bitches!” and I understood that it was a dentist office advertising some kind of kids dentistry. There were cute little kid cartoons all over the “Little Bitches” sign. But I thought to myself, “What a bizarro name.”
I kept walking along this office building and saw another sign.
And when I read the fifth sign I finally noticed the “r” in the advertisement: “Little Britches.”
How do you know your husband is a saint?
He doesn’t kill you (or even get mad!) when you spill a cup of coffee on his laptop 1.5 weeks before his doctoral thesis is due.
Wow, I’m a lucky woman!
P.S. Don’t worry, his data is fine. Just the keyboard went wonky.
Mike says that Mavericks, Apple’s new operating system, is the first in the brand’s new plan to name its systems after surfing spots.
I think they should abort that scheme and continue on with other Top Gun characters.
Pic by cormac70 on Flickr.
This little pigeon was hanging out at the coffee shop with me when I was in San Francisco. Poor guy, nobody was waiting on him, and I think all he wanted was a croissant.
Work travel has taken me to San Francisco this week. I’m sitting outside looking at this
gorgeous view, and a couple of moms are sitting next to me. I just overheard one ask the three kids: “Should I open the seaweed so we can all share?”
This $8 fried apple pie I ordered from my hotel looks suspiciously similar to the 50-cent McDonald’s variety with a little extra cinnamon sugar sprinkled on top.