Look what came to my backyard this weekend!
Want to hang your spouse’s skivvies up for your neighbors to admire? One super awesome feature of this little beauty is that you only cement a little plastic sleeve in your yard, giving you the option to pluck the whole thing out of the ground and store it when you’re not using it. Also awesome: comes fully assembled. Thanks to my most greenest C.S. for the recommendation. (And to my most helpfulest A. for the cementing.)
Conversation with my nine-year-old neighbor from across the street:
Dude, did your uncle just drive up and give you money?
Man, that’s the easiest two dollars I ever made. All I had to do was get up early and pee in a cup so he could take it to work.
Conversation with my daughter over breakfast:
Birdy, watch out! You almost spilled your milk.
Mama, don’t freak up.
What I saw today down the street at Wayne’s Unisex, the haircut place that hasn’t changed one bit since, oh, about 1979, and is probably the last place you’d think to take a two-year-old for a haircut, but it is so cheap and just so awesome in there:
Skinny old droopy guy, pretty tall, with paper-white hair.
Cut in the most fabulously long mullet I have ever seen.
A six hundred year old woman was trimming the “party” part straight across, which came almost down to his non-existent old-man butt.
I do not kid.
You know, for being a pretty handsome guy, he’s not very photogenic. So I picked the most bizarre shot (a little Picassoey with all the legs, right?) to give you an idea of the Bear’s new summer ‘do and the distinct line between head (not shaved) and body (totally shaved).
This is a somewhat terrible photo of what we like to call “the curler.” When Big D gets nice and worked up, like during a thunderstorm as in this case where he nearly tried to climb into the bath with Bird, he curls his ears up in this super bizarre way, like little bat wings. The vet says he’s never seen anything like it.