“Oh Dear, Did I Break Wind?”
We love you Aunt Bethany.
We love you Aunt Bethany.
Somehow the “Oh my god- stop!” your friend Chelsea blurts after stuffing your face with the most amazing food ever is way more fun than just driving by a house like this yourself on a rainy Wednesday night in Richmond, VA.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop, which is often my office happily sipping a de-lish morning java and working away. I’m can’t help but watch and listen to this professionally dressed attractive woman babbling and pacing on her cell phone. (Clearly she thinks she’s either at a NASCAR race or surrounded by four of her own walls she’s so loud.) I could care less (actually, I love it) considering this is a prime example of why I’ll always have endless writing material. I’m all about people being able to do whatever the hell they want, when they want, however- as well-dressed and attractive this woman might be, she just looks like a complete obnoxious idiot. She is so “that guy.” As the other people around us are having friendly chats with pals and work meeting with other physically present humans, they are shooting her looks of death. You know- that “Shut up before I smack you lady! I’m trying to relax and talk to someone here!”
I saw these in a grocery store yesterday. I can’t say I have really been itching to take photos of many boxes of granola bars in my life (I mean really- how many granola bars are that thrilling) but I thought this one was brilliant.