Last week I was telling Mike how, even though I’m not a big dog lover, I got sucked into petting a baby corgi. The thing was just so darn cute!
That’s when he warned me, “Puppies make people make bad decisions.”
Rather cynical, but true.
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Last week I was telling Mike how, even though I’m not a big dog lover, I got sucked into petting a baby corgi. The thing was just so darn cute!
That’s when he warned me, “Puppies make people make bad decisions.”
Rather cynical, but true.
Boulder is currently in the midst of what some are calling the Hundred-Year Flood, potentially a rain event that could only occur once every 1,000 years.
Here’s the latest update from Boulder Emergency and Management: “Stop watering your lawns.”
Mike came across an interesting article from the BBC yesterday that says “Researchers at Emory University, US, said those with smaller testicles were more likely to be involved with nappy changing, feeding and bath time.”
The article continues, “Those at the smaller end of the spectrum were also more likely, according to interviews with the man and the mother, to be more active in parenting duties.”
It makes me curious how difficult it was for the reporter not to write, “Those on the smaller end of the scrotum …”
I feel like if world peace were instated, we’d all be more productive.
Because then we’d never be interrupted from a flurry of productivity in a coffee shop because the couple next to us is arguing and all of a sudden we’re too busy eavesdropping to get anything else done.
I’m not sure if my husband has been ignoring my flatulence tonight, legitimately not hearing it because he’s so absorbed in his book, or thinks it’s just an instrument playing in the orchestral melodies currently emanating from my instrumental Pandora station.
On second thought, we’re not listening to jazz, so the trumpet has yet to feature prominently in any of the featured pieces. I guess it’s probably not option C.
Damn.
I always find it comical when someone smashes their face up against a coffee shop window to gauge space and ambiance.
Uhhh, those of us inside can see you. It is one of those window things, not a one-way mirror.