I think I’m gong to start doing this at home before I start doing it in restaurants.
In training
This is about the time that I remember we’ll be leaping forward to Daylight Saving Time in two weeks, and that I should try to start going to bed earlier and getting up earlier now, so it doesn’t hit me all at once.
(I hate getting up earlier.)
Some go into training for the Olympics. I go into training for Daylight Saving Time.
Not the San Francisco treat
I talked with my cats, and they assure me that Mice-A-Roni is absolutely a thing, and they want me to buy them some.
Purple felt-tip pen
Somewhere in my house is the other half of a purple felt-tip pen. Nothing as simple as I have the cap and not the body, or vice versa. No, this one was broken in half. I am looking for a suspect with purple teeth or purple paws. He should be considered armed and colorful.
I know exactly where to find the other half of my broken purple felt-tip pen, if I think about it a little bit. Where would be the worst possible place to have a massive purple stain? Start looking there.
Darth Vader meets with the Empire’s image consultant
“What we’ve got to do, Darth – can I call you Darth? is rebrand you. Call it Darth 2.0. Happier. More upbeat.”
Over and over
OK, this is just a little one, but as a writer, I pay attention to these things.
Radio news at noon: “There’s talk about getting rid of Secretary of State Rex Tillerson again.”
Uh… no. They’re not talking about getting rid of him again. They haven’t gotten rid of him the first time. They’re talking again about getting rid of him.
The definition of cleaning
Sometimes my definition of cleaning is restoring a scattered pile of stuff back to being an orderly pile, so the cats can knock it over again when I’m not looking.
Ice cream truck, late October
I hear the distant music of an ice cream truck…
Picture is of my dog on a similar day a few years ago wondering why the ice cream truck was not stopping for him.
They probably noticed he didn’t have his wallet.
Use your sunscreen
There’s a public service announcement on the radio that tells me “you have to put on sunscreen every two hours.” OK, but that’s going to be inconvenient at 2:00, 4:00, and 6:00 a.m.
Ad that bothers me #7421 (paraphrased):
“I love to listen to gospel music and in this car I can turn the volume up so loud that it sounds like a symphony and you can’t even hear it on the outside!”
You know what ELSE you can’t hear when you’re rolling around in your own little mobile symphony? Things you might need to hear while you’re driving, like car and truck horns and sirens.