Max, Yesterday, (l, r) 6:48:00 p.m., 6:48:24 p.m.
Just when you think it doesn’t get cuter, and you can’t possibly get down on the sidewalk any lower to hug and kiss and snuggle and flail and make an enormous honking fool out of yourself over the outrageous, otherworldly sweetness and beauty of a huge bear of a dog you just met moments ago, and who makes you want to just curl up with him and hibernate forever by a fireplace, just when you think your heart is going to fairly burst from your chest, clear through your jacket, because his mom tells you she first met him when he was three weeks old and “his ass was so big he kept falling over” and took him home when he was eight weeks and thus has lived with him almost 14 years, the clock moves from 6:00:00 to 6:00:24, and he smiles and looks up, and anything else that may have happened during the day that made you mad or sad or anything else other than exuberant, suddenly disappears just like that, and you just want to thank whatever force of nature is possible for bringing this much ridiculous sweetness and beauty into the world. And then his mom tells you he was a “love child” because some silly boy dog had an unplanned encounter with his dogmom, and he was the only puppy in the resulting litter, so it was truly meant to be. And you just about cry right there on the sidewalk, or, okay, you do. All this, because you had to dash to the post office to mail your own mom’s Mother’s Day card in time for it to reach her this weekend. Woof!
I saw this yesterday at Whore Foods! It freaked me the fuck out!
It annoys you because at first the little squash smiles looked like lemon slices.
It annoys you because it reminds you of that *thing* you had that took weeks of high-dosage antibiotics/antivirals to get rid of. Oh wait, that was me…I have no idea why this annoys YOU, but now I’M annoyed thank you very much!
You have a few words for the person in charge of stock rotation. Why couldn’t they have just peeled off the whole price tag from the last item that was on this shelf? In fact, I bet you were so annoyed that after taking this photo, you removed the rest of the sticker yourself, marched it up to the customer service desk, and told them that just because they run an whole foods store, it doesn’t mean they should run it like a bunch of hippies. First it’s shit like this, then soon all of the organic apples will have been made into pipes and you’ll be likely to find errant dreadlocks in the asparagus bunches.
It annoys you because something that looks fun is labelled “kidfresh” as opposed to “Jodifresh”.
It annoys you because you like to think that parents who shop at Whole Foods are the type who would take five minutes and make their children real means and not something prepackaged and “cute”.
It annoys you because there’s too much going on in the chestal regions when we all know less is more when dressing.
Oops…real MEALS (not means)
Proofing before posting is definitely not my forte today.
Vegans refuse to eat anything “with a face”. This has a face.