Are you living your life like wind-tossed lint? Bouncing hither and yon at nature’s whim –never knowing the difference between up nor down nor side nor ways?
Well, Pottery Barn has a solution for that, Dear Reader, and it’s called:
The Pottery Barn Daily System
That’s right! Pottery Barn and their “Daily System” has finally found a way to make keeping track of your family’s events a full time job!
Now, the first thing you do— using PB’s Daily System — is polish off a bottle of beer and a bottle of wine and then rinse them out and place them on their designated spots on the shelf (as pictured). Once that task has been completed, you’re going to be in the mood to write something rather odd and crazy on the blackboard just like Pottery Barn did.
You could either copy PB and write “Summer Night Alive and Bright” or come up with your own drunken phrase.
And since the blackboard is at the tippy top of the Daily System, you will need to climb up on the desk (which Pottery Barn designed just for this purpose) and carefully . . . watch it now! . . . write on the blackboard.
Of course, while you are up there, you might as well grab a couple of pens and pencils . . . oh and don’t forget the scissors, grab those too, while you’re at it. (You never know!)
But do be careful don’t– whoops! Did you fall down? PB anticipated that might happen. Hopefully the desk broke your fall and you can still read the family activities that have been written on the white board — because you might have to make some changes to those activities.
For instance, you’re probably going to have to skip the 4th of July celebration altogether, who knows if you will have regained feeling in your arms and legs by then — of course, Dad could ice your back for you if wasn’t traveling all week. (Isn’t that always the way!)
And you’re probably going to have to find a way to break it to Curtis that you can’t drive him to sailing lessons due to your being paralyzed and all. (But watch out! Curtis isn’t going to like it!)
And the Palmer dinner thing. . . well, if all that involved was Palmer eating a bowl of Mac and Cheese while conversing with you about Curtis’s sailing abilities while you lay paralyzed on the desk –then there’s no need to cancel that one! YAY!
Ah! That Pottery Barn! Always working around the clock to make your pathetic life better! You gotta love ’em!
Hello Dear Readers! Holy Cow! Guess who’s here again today? It seems The Overly-Creative-Writing Lady has agreed to edit some guidelines for us.
The Overly Creative Writer Lady would like us to take out our Drip Irrigation Guidelines and turn to the first page!
Let’s see how The Overly-Creative Writing Lady edits this sentence from the Drip Irrigation Guidelines:
“These drip emitters for shrub and trees provide full or partial pressure compensation.“
The Maltese Drip Emitters
The Overly-Creative-Writing Lady
It was a Wednesday, wet, like Somebody Up There opened these drip emitters on a cloud that had more water in it than a dame’s eyes after finding out the Spanish shawl she just shelled out a hundred clams for went on sale, 50% off, the very next day.
The dame in question? One Lola Richardson, a looker with a torso that, well . . . let’s just say a torso that would never be mistaken for shrubs and trees.
Suddenly there was a knock on Lola’s door — a knock she knew better than the back of her hand which wasn’t saying much as Lola had never bothered looking at the back of her hand.
Lola ran through her tastefully decorated living room like a babbling brook seeking the mighty Missisip — past the grand piano, past the baby grand piano, past the regular piano, past the portable piano keys, past the Fisher-Price Kick and Play Piano until she reached the front door.
But should she open the door and let that bum of an ex-husband of hers Mickey Richardson, aka Mickey the Grim Reaper, aka Mickey the Infectious, aka Mickey the Mouse — if indeed it was he who was knocking — in?
Lola laid one of her voluptuous ears against the door to provide full or partialauditory discernment of the fist from whom the knocking emanated — but she was still uncertain.
So Lola put her other ear against the door, the one that was not quite as voluptuous (more like plain bordering on homely) but could actually hear. She pressed it harder and harder against the door until the pressure compensationallowed for the air-waves to finally penetrate it.
Yup. It was Mickey Richardson alright. So Lola opened the door and shot him until he was as dead as it gets.
Then Lola threw her Spanish shawl over his lifeless body and wept bitterly. If only she could have gotten it for 50% off.
And there you have it, Dear Readers. A word of caution — The Overly-Creative-Writing Lady is here for the duration of the week so you might want to steer clear of this blog.
Until next time, The Overly-Creative-Writing Lady loves you
That’s easy for you to say, sure, but you’re not an MIT Researcher.
Researchers at MIT have come up with the world’s most difficult tongue twister in an attempt to shed light on the brain’s speech planning process while at the same time shedding light on the MIT researchers brains’ ability to think up ways to get paid without doing any actual work.
Dr. Stefanie Shattuck-Hufnagel (who prefers being called by her nickname Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers), and her scientific tongue twisting associates have deemed “pad kid poured curd pulled cold” to be the hardest phrase to utter in the English language with the exception of Dr. Stefanie Shattuck-Hufnagel’s hyphenated last name.
“Certain combinations of sounds appear to make people lose control of their mouths when spoken too quickly.” Dr. Stafanie Shattuck-Hufnagel aka Sally Sells Sea Shells at the Seashore was quoted a little too quickly as saying and shortly thereafter was hospitalized with a serious case of Uncontrollable Mouth Syndrome.
MIT has requested that all get well wishes and flowers be sent to the room where the sixth sick sheikh’s sixth sheep’s sick.
The fossil remains of a hominid species dating back 1.34 million years was discovered right where somebody left it.
The partial skeleton of a large adult hominid has been uncovered in Tanzania by a group of researchers who couldn’t wait to use the new shovels they got for their birthdays.
Researchers uncovered a 1.34-million-year-old, well-formed forearm muscle that they think its owner used for “climbing, fine-manipulation and all sorts of behaviors” Dr. Charles Musiba and his team of researchers decided after thinking about it starting at lunch time and continuing to think about it off and on all afternoon until it was finally time to go home.
“We are starting to understand the physiology of these individuals and how they adapted to the kind of habitat they lived in. The size of the arm bones suggests strong forearms and a powerful upper body.” Dr. Musiba said out loud but he was thinking, “Thank goodness he was dead or we could have gotten our butts kicked!”
Coldest place on earth discovered
Scientists have discovered a place on earth so cold that anyone out in it for even a short period of time “would see their eyes, nose and lungs freeze up within minutes.”
Scientists didn’t go on to elaborate how someone whose eyes were frozen could see their nose and lungs freeze up or how a person could see their nose and lungs freeze up even if their eyes weren’t already frozen, but Coldest Place on Earth Scientists are quick to conclude that another study involving frozen noses, eyes and lungs is in order.
One lasting between six months and six years at least! The scientists are currently writing to the government asking for a grant which is going to be harder than the scientists thought while wearing mittens.
Welcome Dear Readers. Good News! We’re going to get old! We’re going to die! And it’s going to be so much frigging FUN!
And all because of AARP. Everybody’s “Getting Old and Dying” BFF!
In fact! I think we should click on The Stars and Stripes Forever before we continue and take a moment to celebrate this inevitability, not only in our hearts, but also, in our ears as well because, after all, the word “hear” is just the word “heart” without the “t’.
Are you ready for the “Getting Old and Dying” AARP good news?
Before we continue, I have to issue a word of caution: Those of you who AARP has pegged as “getting old and dying” need to be warned that AARP is pretty sure this news is going to blow your orthopedic socks off your crippled, bunion-covered feet!
I don’t know how the Vernon Family will celebrate getting money from my AARP Whole Life Insurance once I’m dead, but I kind of hope it’s with a Hootenanny or at the very least a HootenGranny. (Sorry for the bad joke, I’m old, I’m going to die and my bunions are killing me!)
But wait! There’s more! Included in this AARP Life Insurance offer is this inexplicable AARP Medicare Supplement Plan Brochure:
I don’t know whatto make of this, Dear Readers. Why do these two people represent a team? And why are they playing softball with a grapefruit?
Oh! Perhaps AARP is just messing with my pre-posthumous synapses yet again? (Oh that AARP, always with the jokes! Hahaha!)
Oh wait . . . maybe the two people represent an Ebony and Ivory thing! That would be apropos, I suppose, because, I don’t know about you, Dear Readers, but the song Ebony and Ivory, does make me want to die.
Now don’t worry if you are having trouble wrapping your posthumous-synapsed brain around any of the AARP’s “Growing Old and Dying” money-making offers. They’ve anticipated your confusion and have provided a solution:
Now doesn’t that sound like fun? In fact, I think you’ll have to agree that nobody puts the FUN in Funeral like AARP, nobody!
Who better to lead the dream-team staff of Prison Magazine writers than America’s prettiest tax evader, Mugsy Malone or Martha Stewart — as she is sometimes referred to on the “outside.” Whether she’s writing about prison cafeteria cuisine, orange-jumper haute couture or crafting one’s very own bitchin’ gang tattoo, Mugsy Malone’s been there, done that!
Food Critic: Peter Clemenza
Cannoli expert and bad-to-the-bone-but-lovable Peter Clemenza, would be my brain, Peanuts, dream choice for Prison Magazine’s food critic, because he is the Prison System cuisine’s leading expert on cannoli.
Over the years Peter Clemenza has developed a variety of ways to serve cannoli such as: leave the knife, take the cannoli, — leave the hand-grenade, take the cannoli — and the always popular — leave the machete, take the cannoli.
Health and Beauty Editor: Bonnie
As one of America’s most put-together killers, Bonnie of Bonnie and Clyde would be my brain, Peanuts ideal choice for Prison Magazine’s, health and beauty editor.
After a long day of murder, mayhem and out-running the cops, I think you’ll agree, that Bonnie still manages to stay fresh as a daisy, or, failing that, as fresh as someone who just caused someone to be pushing up daisies. Either way, she would be Prison Magazine’s ideal Health and Beauty Editor.
And there you have it, Dear Readers, my brain, Peanuts, fantasy magazine!
OK, I admit it, Dear Readers. I suffer from Pottery Catalog-ism! This terrible disorder can strike anyone at anytime. It is characterized by an intense over-interest in the Pottery Barn Catalog for which there is no known cure.
Please rest assured that I do not hold Pottery Barn in any way responsible for my condition. But until a cure is found, the pages of the Pottery Barn Catalog shall be an endless source of interest to me. With this in mind, let’s discuss:
Loose fit slip covers! They’re imported!!
Pottery Barn is offering this “drop cloth loose-fit couch cover” for only $79.00. Nevermind that it took a whole heap of tucking, tugging and twisting as well as wringing, wrestling and wrenching plus a good amount of yanking and yelling (and sometimes even yodeling!) by the entire staff of Pottery Barn professionals made up of 25 designers, 17 craftsmen, 4 jugglers, and a wino who happened to be walking by — to get this thing to look like it’s worth 79 bucks.
Of course, it will look like this the first time somebody sits down on it:
But it doesn’t matter, drop-cloth couch slip covers are still cool! Because why? Why because they’re imported, that’s why! Which automatically makes them better.
PB doesn’t specify where they have imported them from, but this rustic little cottage in the Ukraine countryside looks a tad familiar:
Now, let’s take a closer look at the coffee table shall we?
Pottery Barn is elevating the art of unexpected decor in this Nod-to-Dentistry vignette with its smart smattering of decorative dental instrumentation tastefully arranged in the dish and the re-purposed pickle jar.
And is that a roll of gauze or perhaps a drinking vessel reminiscent of a roll of gauze? This can only mean one of two things: 1) PB customers are spending way too much money on imported, drop-cloth couch covers and re-purposed pickle jars — forcing them to perform their own root canals — or it’s simply Pottery Barn’s salute to gum disease.
Well shut our mouths, Dear Readers! Leave it to Pottery Barn to put the Causal Living in Rinsing and Spitting.