Mary Phillips-Sandy

Summarized, after the jump.

Walking home from the bank just now I stopped at the market to buy some kale, because I am a greens-eating elitist who is out of touch with real America. The cashier didn’t offer a bag for my lone item, because this market caters exclusively to bleeding-heart liberals who hug trees literally all day long, [...]

“Oy” edition:

A week-long break from any activities involving typing or thinking or both at the same time
A burger, medium-rare, with no condiments except charred onions
Some quality time with the acupuncturist, followed by a nap
A hovercraft

Meanwhile, here is a picture of my cat pretending to be shy:

Mary Phillips~Sandy has a certain flair.

I would read that book again and again and again and again.

Used car salesman: Anything particular you’d like to avoid?
Me: Anything domestic.
Used car salesman: Oh, sure.

(Never driven a Honda, but this ad is adorbs.)

Dirigo!

I thought this was obvious. Apparently it’s just me.