Thank you Dyer boys for my first caption contest win!
I awarded this to myself
The Awesome Award from Papercages
Thank you Annie!
There's a saying in the movie industry that all the good stories have already been told.
The same could hold true for the t-shirt design industry. After looking at t-shirts just about every day for the past 7 years, you start to feel like all the good t-shirt ideas have already been printed.
Every now and then you run across a design that can change that cynicism. And this Secret Memos t-shirt did just that.
Your day just doesn't get any better when you get out of the house at break-neck, time to stop for an Egg McMuffin, speed. You miss the school bus that has plagued your morning commute since September. The phone at work doesn't ring until you've finished the glorious McAwesomness. And then, the best part of the great day, is when the parts department decides that Frankie the Fish, from the "famous" McDonalds commercial has to be stuck on the wall for all eternity. It just doesn't get any better than that, really, a great day. Even with the latest snow storm looming in the distance, on it's way to slam Northeast Ohio.
The radio weather people explained the impending doom: "Sounds like you're explaining nor'easter Jane." "That's exactly what's happening here Dan."
I had my own video on my phone but I'm not technologically advance to get it on my computer.
"Curling's on!" Boy #3 was the first to join me, "Awesome, are we going to try to figure it out this time?" "I don't think so. Remember how I told you I thought my brain was getting bigger?" "Yeah." "Well, I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that." Boy #2 joined us, "Curling's on! Who's winning?" "It looks like the Americans, their little flag in the upper left hand corner has 4 and the other little flag has 2." "What inning are they in?" "We don't know." Girlfriend #2 sat down on the couch, "Is this the Olympics?" "It's only Olympic Curling." We all rolled our eyes at the same time. "What's the object of this game?" The husband got home just as we were about to try to explain rocks and sweeping. "Curling's on!" "Are they trying to slid that thing in the bulls-eye at the other end of the ice?" "We think so, pretty sure." "The sweeping...... I don't get it." "We don't either. But look at them sweep, they're fast." "Why are you watching this?" "We can't not watch it, it's Olympic Curling."
For the next hour we sat mesmerized by the ice sweeping and the strategic slid of the "rock" sometimes called stones. Never knowing when the game was going to be over, never knowing who was getting a point or why - good times.
Probably I should have stayed at work Wednesday. But my car and I decided to drive sideways to Arby's for lunch. I have an emergency can of soup in my desk for such occasions, you know when it has been snowing non-stop for 24 hours and the roads are a mess and the frightened stay for lunch in the lunch room. But I wasn't in the mood for a can soup, I was thinkin' Arby's. Once that little outline of a Arby's hat pops up above your head you're screwed. Either the snow plows were under-manned or they just gave up, decided maybe, "Oh just let them slide into a ditch, I don't care anymore." Because I slid like I haven't slid in a long time. Or maybe after years of driving my 4 wheel drive SUV and now this year have had an all-wheel drive compact car forced upon me, I'm out of whack and haven't got the feel of this thing I'm driving. I don't know how or why I ended up driving the car that was suppose to be the husbands but I am. It has a good CD player in it, so the tunes don't skip when I hit a pot-hole or, God help me, end up in a ditch on my way to Arby's.
Listen little Wendy's girl, if you're going to give me attitude when I order my lunch, you're gonna get it right back. Especially after the way my day started. Almost getting hit by a car right after I pull out of my driveway makes me cranky. I think she sped up when she saw me backing out. I think she was actually going to try to get around me. I hadn't had my mocha yet so the profanity spewed. I was even scared of me. If my mother would have heard me, she'd be calling an old priest and a young priest immediately. So yeah, Wendy's girl, roll your eyes all you want, but you forgot the lemon wedge for the ice tea I've been thinking about all day. Stop what you are doing and hand it over.
I love telling people I'm a blogger, because I like the blank look I get from them and the fear in their eyes as they process the information and wonder if they should change the subject or pretend they know what I'm talking about.