It’s this. Definitely this.
It’s the one thing – apparently – that Amazon does not sell.
If you buy one, please don’t send me a picture. PLEASE.
Another gift idea here.
Search terms are like dreams: the only ones people care about are their own. The only people who get dream analysis from me are my nearest and dearest, you hear?
But this one was too bizarre not to share.
What the what?!
In the midst of buying tickets to see Milo Greene, this happened.
Can I explain this? No. I can’t. Not without the help of Google.
He stood still like a statue for the minute it took me to walk by, turn back to take pictures and then continue on my way home.
Nice meeting you, Matt Silver.
I hate cucumbers. I don’t want them in my salad or in my cocktail. I definitely don’t want cucumbers in my ice water. Beyond the taste, I get heartburn just thinking about cucumbers.
I like cake. I love ice cream. I loathe ice cream cake. It represents the best of neither.
I have been trying to determine why a post about Ryan Gosling several months ago is generating a spectacular amount of traffic to my little blog.
Instead, I found this web site. I’m not suggesting you click the link. The site is most definitely NOT SAFE FOR WORK. I repeat NSFW. This post is not an endorsement.
I do, however, wish for someone to share my pain having viewed it so if you do visit the site, please let me know in the comments so we can commiserate and share sentiments like “OMG, NO.”
I mean, really? Dinosaur-inspired headbands?