Random snippets

As I was walking the dog yesterday afternoon, while the temperature was 22 degrees, I realized another issue this non-winter has caused. I am rarely comfortable outside. With the constant zig-zagging of the thermometer mercury, our bodies have had no time to gradually get used to the cold. The frequent forty degree days are still just a little too chilly for me to meander around without a warm jacket. Plus, much similar to folks from the south freezing up here in Central New York when it is fifty degrees, I thought my thighs were going to have frostbite (yes, I had jeans on) from a seven minute walk down the street and back. My face was so cold! Cold like it usually feels when it is five degrees. The sinuses have already weighed in with their opinion. Bottom line...we are unimpressed...moving on...

Fozzie does like to take full advantage of the sunshine.

Well, duh! What else would his specialty be?

The wording on these signs at the vet office just seemed wrong to me...You can have a lost pet alert, but to attach the phrasing of Amber Alert? I double checked and there was no indication that they were abducted. Maybe it's just me, but it came across as almost insensitive.

I went to the bank the other day, and explained that I was there specifically to open an account to use for my daughter's braces. I had a coupon in my hand for some free money and some checks in the other hand. Of course the representative wanted to follow his script, and asked me several unnecessary questions, to ensure that I would get the account that fit my business needs. (I just wanted the one that gave me the "free" $150, and I had read all of the fine print.) Of course he asked where I worked, and I told him that I didn't. (Even though I had just come from cleaning a house. Why make him all jealous of my cleaning woman glory?) He then asked me if I was on leave or retired. I thanked him for asking if I was retired, which seemed to confuse him (but perhaps not as much as the punch I was holding back might've). Don't get me wrong, I looked lousy, as you can see (me walking to my car feeling all sorts of fabulous)... ...but retired? 60? I might have been less offended if he had asked if I was ill.

See how much happier I look heading TO a cleaning job... This look doesn't say "retired", does it? I think it says "Holy Cannoli, those bitches at the optometrist office were total liars about these frames!" It also says that there are ways to hide a bad hair day.

Let's check in with some more of the rules for the ninth grade dance at my son's junior high in early June. The letter to parents is posted online at the school's website. We saw the rules for boys' attire here, and girls' here. This one just goes a step further in clarifying transportation...

It is also not necessary for students to arrive in a limousine. As adults, we must recognize the fact that the students attending this dance are only 14, 15 and in some cases, 16 years old. Although a lot of fun, limousines and tuxedos may be more appropriate for older students and for adults. If we allow our children to indulge in these pleasures too early, what will they have to look forward to in the future?

Phew! I so thought limos were going to be mandatory. Now I can spend more money on non-velour pants that will cover my son's underwear. Once you've worn a tuxedo and ridden in a limo, it's just downhill? Plus, I like the subtle warning about those possible sixteen year olds.

Thanks to Stacy for giving us a place to share our random. Click to see what other folks are randomly chatting about today.

Oh, and Stacy had asked why I didn't share a photo of our Muppet bucket. Granted the popcorn is long gone, but I gathered up some of my other Kermit favorites, and here they are with the bucket. FYI...that plush Kermit's flipper was holding my engagement ring!