Month: August 2017

I love the note about accepted forms of payment, and I love the note on the tip jar.  My sandwich was pretty tasty too.

It’s very rare for me to pick up a magazine outside of a doctor’s office.  I’m just not a magazine person.  But this caught my eye.  I’ve always been an animal behaviorist, specifically wondering what animals think, and why they do what they do.  This special issue is about just that.

Anyone remember this poem (besides my mother, who agrees with it wholeheartedly, I’m sure)
“There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.

And when she was good
She was very very good.
And when she was bad
She was horrid.”

Because no one wants to be trapped inside a Chinese okra.

Conversation before bed tonight:

Doug:  If you think of it tomorrow, can you put these in the sun to charge?
Me:  I won’t think of it.  Leave me a note.
Doug:  IF you think of it…
Me:  I won’t.  Just leave a note.
Doug:  Here, I’ll put it on your phone.
Me:  Then I’ll wonder “Why the hell did Doug put this on my phone?”
Doug:  I’m going to bed.

This is what I saw when I walked through the kitchen 10 minutes later.

A very important part of my day

Cherry chocolate chip ice cream!  Doug is of the opinion that it wasn’t worth the trouble it took to make it, and I must concur.  Though it sure is a beautiful color.

Something new my library is offering:  you can check out a tablet that is pre-loaded with content. Some have games, some are instructional (like languages) or for study (geometry).  Cool stuff.

I’m thinking a kid drew this as part of our fishing program at work,  and it’s supposed to be some kind of fish?   But……I just don’t know….