Hello Dear Readers and welcome! Before we go kicking and screaming (in a good way) into the weekend, I thought it would be fun to share with you some random things that crossed the path of my brain, Peanuts.
You want me to throw what in where?
Someone stuck a sign on the trash can outside my grocery store directing passersby to only throw “trash” into it.
Apparently so many people have been throwing stuff in there that’s not trash, the grocery store employees were unable to get any work done so they had to make a sign for the trash can that says “Trash.”
Well who can blame them? They are probably sick and tired of people throwing away bag after bag of perfectly good cash or bag after bag of perfectly good puppies or bag after bag of perfectly good babies.
These people have work to do people!
And their job descriptions do not include fishing large amounts of cash and/or puppies or the occasional baby out of the trash all the live-long day! Do you mind?
Now that’s the attitood I like to sea!
Here’s a nice little sign I saw while waiting in line at Fresh Choice. As you can see, they offer salads to go Mon – Fry only. You’ll also notice they are offering their customers a special as well, but they are being kind of crabby about it. The sign tells us it’s $4.99 Salad Bar Only but it sort of feels like what they really wanted to say was $4.99 Salad Bar Only You Stupid Idiot.
Here’s bit of wonderful news from junk mail:
Now that’s a handy piece of news from the National Association for Continence! I am totally amazed that two out of three people with bladder control symptoms (and what symptoms are those? . . . well, we can guess can’t we?) don’t do ANYTHING about it — which means . . . well, let’s not think about.
I am more amazed, however, that there is actually someone walking around right this very minute with a business card that reads:
National Association for Continence, Managing Director
Which proves, once again, Dear Readers, that it’s the little things that make life worth living! Have a wonderful weekend!
Until next time . . . I love you