Is That A Bike Rack on Your Hearse?
I've seen some really random things this month.
- A bike rack on a hearse. It was on the top of the hearse, but it wasn't a roof rack - it was a trunk rack. I have no idea how it was affixed there, but I almost got in a wreck looking at it.
- A car on fire on the side of the interstate - no emergency vehicles yet. The owners were standing in the median, looking understandably dismayed.
- A picnic of families whose children were dwarfs or midgets or little people. I'm not sure if any of those terms are PC, but I mean no harm. I've never seen a child displaying these physical characteristics before, so to see twenty or so of them playing in the park was startling at first. I thought they were all the little angel's age until I got closer and realized the little angel can't ride a tricycle, let alone a moped, so maybe those weren't toddlers.
- The little angel voluntarily eating soy sauce.
- Poo in the potty-training potty, a first.
- My rental neighbors doing yard work (they're new). No one has done yard work next door since my lesbian-firefighter neighbor, C., moved away. She was my favorite, partly because she did yard work and partly because she always talked to me. None of my neighbors ever talk to me. Wah.
- A woman swimming at the Y with an intact mouth of fire-engine-red lipstick. How the hell did she manage that? I can't even keep my waterproof mascara from running.
- A horrible painting of phallic stalagmites. They were pink and brown. Argh.
- A jeep with a six-foot can of Red Bull in the back.
That's it. I'm out. I'll be back after BlogHer.