He’s 10. Rick rolling is the height of humour for him right now!
Last week he’d written it on a small white board on the fridge that we don’t use much. Took me the better part of the day to notice, which he found hysterical.
He finds ways to sneak it into conversation all the time. I often see it coming (if I mention a song stuck in my head, he’ll say he has one too…). He’s a clever kid and as annoying as it can be, I also find it hilarious.
I meant to post this over the weekend. My wife and I were at the local Target store. There was a man and his daughter, maybe about age 10, walking toward us. Both had a Starbuck’s in hand. The girl took a drink from hers and as she was lowering the cup some whipped cream splorted out of the drink hole and landed on her arm. As she walked past I heard her say “Ew!” and then “Shit!” I couldn’t help but laugh. (My wife missed the whole thing, so I had to explain what I was laughing about.)
They’re admiring their handiwork?
I got my first order from Penzey’s today! I was thinking of ordering some more stuff as Christmas gifts, but there is really no hiding their political slant, is there? Anyway, I was pleased to put up my big heart-shaped “I Will Vote” sticker at my workstation. I wouldn’t get any more political than that at work, but hopefully people who know me would understand who I’d vote for.
Penzey’s Spices has a political slant?
Just a teensy. 
Penzeys
spring is here (yep, a day early) …
I always figured you to be a spice girl.
Boats need to be named. There are some cute/clever/funny ones out there.
Yow!
And that made me smile!
– I’d go ahead and give the gifts if I were you, as long as that’s not on the labels. Maybe somebody will like the spices, look up the site, and have their heads turned a little. (If it is on the labels, yeah, that’s a bit over the top for a holiday gift.)
Unfortunately I’m not ginger, sporty, scary, posh, or a baby!
@thorny_locust , I will definitely buy more gifts there, but only for extra special people.
Lots of little things such that I ended the day, and week, mostly feeling ok about work for a change. I’m working like crazy and put a ton of pressure on myself for a particular accreditation I’m working towards (my job isn’t nearly as demanding as I am of myself) and this week went well.
I almost don’t know what to do with that, but I’m trying to ride that high and not let the self-doubt and crippling imposter syndrome crush it.
Also…
One of my favorite bands announced a local show and I’m so freaking stoked. I’ve seen them before, I’ll see them again, but fuck, yeah. Happy day.
Oh, Penzey’s stuff is delicious. There’s an actual brick & mortar store in Dallas, and when I lived there … oh, my gawd, the smell when you walk in is absolutely intoxicating.
I loved every single thing I ever got from them; they have some really unique blends.
In the recent Road House movie, Dalton is discussing the name of the bar with the owner. She says her uncle named it and he had a strange sense of humor. Dalton is gonna rent a local houseboat as a residence and Miss Bar Owner says she owns that too and it was given to her by the same uncle who gave it a strange name as well — The Boat! I laughed my butt off for five solid minutes, a well delivered gag.
Each of our pontoon boats has been christened Lucky Dog. Everyone at the marina knows our boat by name and laughs about how it is rigged for our dogs’ enjoyment.
It’s funny when we encounter a boat on the water and they yell, “Ahoy, Lucky Dog!” We sidle up, exchange a beer (trade one of ours for one of theirs) and sail off.
Dogs are the best ambassadors in any situation.
I was talking with my brother on the phone and he was complaining about his coworkers leaving germs everywhere. He said he had to spray his work space with Lysol after “all these people came in gabbing and talking, blah blah blah blah blah.” I laughed for a good minute, but he didn’t think the situation was funny. I could just picture him wearing a COVID mask and latex gloves while sanitizing his desk.
We spent an evening at a local brewery Saturday night. It was a beautiful evening and we brought Kizzy along.
When I closed out our tab the bartender gave me a hug and handed me my slip. I had totally forgotten about helping her out earlier this summer. She didn’t have to do anything, but she did.
Today I got a two-fer: not only is this picture (I still say it’s upside-down) smile inducing, but simply chatting briefly with fellow Dopers about it conjures up a grin that will last all day. Thanks!
