I’m cheating here. I actually did buy and install some new windshield wiper blades on Friday, I just didn’t get around to blogging about it until Saturday. Through the magic that is post-dating this will appear in its proper order in all things blog-like.
I also applied some Rain-X to the windshield. Bring it on, Mr. Bad Weather.
I got my haircut on Tuesday afternoon and I had to take in the strap a touch to keep it from blowing off while driving with the top down.
I’ll be wearing it to work tomorrow. Ever since we went to all casual, all the time, I’ve really missed dressing down on Friday’s. So in an effort to recapture that end of the week frivolity, I’ve taken to wearing a baseball cap in on Fridays. I used to rotate hats and try to color coordinate with whatever shirt I was wearing that day, but now I think I’ll just be wearing the Red Sox World Series Champions (man, I like the way that looks) hat all the time. For a brief irrational moment on Monday when I got the hat, I thought that maybe I would wear it every day from now on, until it disintegrated into the consistency of the that stuff you get from your dryer’s lint filter, but decided against it.
Truth or Fiction? I recevied an email this morning:
Brian,
somehow I came over your mr-mita site. You take really great car pictures! Very cool! We are a little advertising agency in Munich, Germany and I think we could use some of these pictures for our work. Are you interested in selling these?
Best regards Andreas Z
http://www.some-site.de/
The Internet skeptic in me wondered if it was another cleverly worded email harvesting ploy. If it is, they’ve gone a step further than most, as theirs is a fully functioning web site if you click on that link. Well I bought it and replied. We’ll see if anything comes of it.
My new favorite hat showed up on my doorstep this afternoon. Whatever contraption they use to assemble them or the form used for quality assurance or the head of the guy who packs them in a box must be the same size as my head, because I put it on, and it fit perfectly. I’m going to wear it to work tomorrow.
I have to show it to my manager the Yankee fan. 🙂 Back when the Sox won the series, I went back into his office and told him that when I ordered my Boston Red Sox World Series Champion hat they sent me a Yankees ALCS runner-up hat for free and did he want it. That’s when I gave him this:
I couldn’t find a brown paper bag, so I snagged some images off the ‘net, plotted this out and taped it together. He was a good sport about it because he put it on for a second or two before tossing it aside.
As a public service to all you folks who are coming here looking for that Fenway Flasher movie, I tracked that sucker down today. It didn’t happen in the world series though, it took place during a September 3rd game against the Texas Rangers. Without further adieu, I bring you the Fenway Flasher!
While on a road trip, an elderly couple stopped at a roadside restaurant for lunch. After finishing their meal, they left the restaurant and resumed their trip.
When leaving, the elderly woman unknowingly left her glasses on the table. And, she didn’t miss them until after they had been driving about twenty minutes. By then, to add to the aggravation, they had to travel quite a distance before they could find a place to turn around in order to return to the restaurant to retrieve her glasses.
All the way back, the elderly husband became the classic grouchy old man. He fussed and complained and scolded his wife relentlessly during the entire return drive. The more he chided her, the more agitated he became. He just wouldn’t let up one minute.
To her relief, they finally arrived at the restaurant and as the woman got out of the car and hurried inside to retrieve her glasses, the old man yelled to her, “While you’re in there, you might as well get my hat.”
A bakery owner hires a young female clerk who likes to wear very short skirts and thong panties. One day a young man comes into the bakery, glances at the clerk and glances at the loaves of bread behind the counter. Noticing the length of her skirt (or lack thereof) and the location of the raisin bread on the very top shelf, he politely says to the young woman, “I’d like some raisin bread, please.”
She climbs up a ladder to reach the raisin bread, providing the young man with an excellent view, just as he surmised she would. When she comes down the ladder, he says he really should get two loaves as he is having company for dinner.
As the clerk retrieves the second loaf of bread, one of the other male customers notices what is going on. Thinking quickly, he orders a loaf of raisin bread so he can continue to enjoy the view.
With each trip up the ladder, the young lady seems to catch the eye of another male customer. Pretty soon, each male customer is asking for raisin bread just to watch the young woman climb up and down.
After many trips, she is tired, irritated and thinking she is really going to have to try the raisin bread herself. Once again she is up the ladder retrieving a loaf of raisin bread for another male customer. She stops and fumes, glaring at the men below. She notices an elderly man standing among the crowd of males looking up at her who hasn’t placed an order yet. Thinking to save herself another trip up and down the ladder, she yells at the elderly man, “Is yours raisin, too?”
“No”, croaked the old man, “but it’s a-quiverin'”…