My urban existence doesn’t often have ducklings crossing my path. Maybe that’s why this group of kids brought ducklings to mind. Or maybe it’s just the t-shirts.
You know you’ve spent too much time on unexpected trips when you have a sizable drawer full of underwear from Rite Aid.
Dear Corporate Travel Agency,
What part of a good business plan is sending me an email noting that you’ve charged my credit card, sending me another email with my confirmed itinerary, and then sending my assistant an email saying you couldn’t really find me a hotel room?
Friend: “I lit a candle to help us out today.”
Me: “Glade and in the bathroom doesn’t count.”
On my purple dress
“Honey, your dress isn’t purple, it’s aubergine.”
I’ve seen a lot of things near the Rose Hills projects. Birthday jumpers, outdoor barbecues, graduation parties, early morning service of warrants, and now—horses. Well, they weren’t exactly in the projects. They were more like at the trailhead across the street. Still, I’m not exactly sure where they came from or where they ended up. Just an observation, I guess.
I’ve mentioned it before, my mom is the crotchety lady in her neighborhood. She doesn’t like noise, kids, or pets. She’s really trying to be better about not fighting with the neighbors, but her random ways of getting to them just crack me up. Today’s thoughts, “Si se portan bien, yo me porto bien. Si no, les pongo la aspiradora.”