Thanks, Jeff, for this cool idea.
My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com.
Hmmm. Christy Brinkley and Laura Bush? Of course it depends on the photo. Case in point:
And Stacy:
And Kirsten:
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My nephew Owen had a birthday recently and the whole family got together for a good old fashioned ice skating party. Well, almost old fashioned. It was indoors.
Owen
My brother, Jason, and his son, Dylan.
From a 20 something woman:
“I was really tired when I packed my daughter’s lunch. I just grabbed a
soda from the fridge and threw it in with her sandwich and chips. It was pretty
embarrassing having to explain to the teacher why I sent my child to school with
a Budwiser.”
From a 30 something woman:
“I don’t know…I guess I’m looking for a style that doesn’t scream ‘I live in a trailer park and operate heavy equipment for a living’.”
From an anonymous, distressed male caller:
“I think you’re the salon my wife uses. Do you guys sell gift certificates for women who are really pissed off at their husbands?”
“How angry is she?”
“I forgot her birthday. Again.”
“Sir, may I suggest you visit www dot tiffany dot com?”
“Yeah. Okay. Good idea.”
I so love this job.
When I looked at caller ID I got all excited because it was Stacy and I hadn’t talked to her yet today. She started the conversation with “I have a proposal for you.” Usually that means that we are going to arrange a play day with the kids or something along those lines.
Not this time.
“Um…I have a cat who is really sick and I was thinking of having it put to sleep. I was telling Kirsten about it and she said that maybe I should check with you to see if you wanted it.”“Kirsten said that?”
“Yeah. Since your cat disappeared she was thinking that maybe you wanted it.”
“She thought I would want the cat who barfs up a lung hourly, pulls its hair out in huge clumps and it ridden with scabs?”
“Yeah.”
“And you are proposing this to me?”
Come on! Who needs enemies with friends like these?
I politely declined her most genuine, altruistic offer and promptly called Kirsten to offer her the couch from my basement which everyone refuses to sit on because Nathanael spent last summer peeing on it when he slept down there.
Because that’s how much I love her.
