Two Wrongs...

Don't make a right.

I guess this person's mom never taught them that.

An Acceptable Dish

As I mentioned on my other blog, we celebrated Easter on Saturday with 140 of our closest relatives. 

It was a potluck lunch - the men grilled lamb chops and everyone was supposed to bring a side dish or dessert to share. 

For the most part, things went as planned.

But in the picture above you can see that someone brought a pizza (I'm pretty sure it was the microwave version).

A pizza? Really?

Do you know what the worst part of it is? Even they didn't eat it.

Shopping Buddy?

Ok, I realize that I was raised differently than others. In our home growing up, pets were outside - especially dogs. I had a brief stint with an indoor dog right after I bought my house, but he certainly was not like a child who went everywhere with me.


The lady who put her dog in her shopping cart and took it into the grocery store needs a serious punch in the face! This is not even sanitary. Gross!

Risk Taker?

If you can't read what that says, "Adrenaline Investment Corp."

Now, I understand that with great risks come great rewards, but I'm not willing to use that theory on my investments.

Just sayin'.

Disgusting

I'm still wondering what kind of person puts this sticker on their truck. And more importantly is there a woman who would then be attracted to that person and agree to ride in the vehicle?

Super Detective

I think I may have found where those pit bulldogs went...

Get Loose

First of all, I want to punch every single person who goes on the HCG diet. Especially those who do it at the recommendation of someone at a spa.

Folks, this is a hormone that makes your body think you are pregnant - this can not be good for you in the long run!

Second of all, come on man, doesn't someone check the spelling on banners before they hang them up?

Foreshadowing?

As I mentioned on my other blog - Sissy moved into a new house recently. The house sits on a cul-de-sac. So about three days after moving in the woman who lives two doors down put a flyer on all of the doors of the cul-de-sac inviting them to a BBQ. Only, she refers to it a little differently... Should Sissy be concerned about drinking the kool-aid?