Mysteries of life
So very many. But today I am thinking of just a few, in particular, whose lavender thong underpants were on the floor just across the aisle of my metro car last night, and how did they get there? And just why did Mr. T. feel compelled to point them out to me, despite the fact that it was 1:30 in the am and such a vision would be difficult to deal with even at an earlier, less-tipsy-type hour?
More compellingly horrifying, however, are these.
Look, not just for strolling, but for jogging too!
Who in the world ever thought this was a good idea, and, even worse, who is buying them? On the other hand, I have been running again what with this unseasonably warm weather (59 degrees = "warm", Mr. T., not "hot"), and the Sveltie does spend much of his day staring longingly out the window...
More compellingly horrifying, however, are these.
Look, not just for strolling, but for jogging too!
Who in the world ever thought this was a good idea, and, even worse, who is buying them? On the other hand, I have been running again what with this unseasonably warm weather (59 degrees = "warm", Mr. T., not "hot"), and the Sveltie does spend much of his day staring longingly out the window...
posted by Pangea at 11:48 AM
3 Comments:
I have seen them on more that one occasion on the sreets of NY. With dogs also.
59 degrees!!
It's actually been bearable here--above freezing almost every day.
Oh, the Giklet didn't love that heater either! Except he would spend time under the kitchen abacus waiting, so who could tell what he looked like? Maybe it's an orange cat thing.
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