Re: Expensive commutes
Yeah, as a percentage of incomes, LA's curve is all whacked out. I think we also have a fairly large percentage of people in the city who work non-standard jobs and hours, thus their commutes are not necessarily during the worst of rush hour. Also, while not as useful as public transportation in some other cities, our public transportation here is still pretty extensive.
For public tranportation reasons alone, I was very much NOT expecting NYC to be on the list (which it wasn't, of course).
Isn't Runaway Bunny the creepy stalker one? I like Isaac's version much better.
I have decided that it's the weather that is making me cranky today, because I am not the only one in the office who feels like this.
"Are you my mommy bunny?"
Very cute.
There's a book out there with a llama mama in it. I was reading it to J but kept getting distracted into, "Llama, llama, llama!" so I don't really remember what it actually said.
Same cat will attempt to eat Pete's head on a regular basis, as if he were a human Tootsie Roll Pop.
Nom nom nom! Pete has a flavor!
But how many licks does it take to reach the spicy brains center of the Pete flavored Tootsie Roll Pop?
Mom had a cat that loved leather. She would find any pair of leather shoes or purse and then rub herself up on it, flop down, and start writhing in ecstasy on whatever it was.
One of my cats loves leather. Loves to scratch it! He never does it to shoes, but coats and bags don't fare well. I will never have leather furniture as long as that cat lives.
There's a book out there with a llama mama in it.
I think it's
Is Your Mama a Llama?
I bought that for niecey and she loves it.
Michael Vick, the NFL quarterback who was running dogfights, will plead guilty and will do jail time, and may be banned from the NFL for life.
But how many licks does it take to reach the spicy brains center of the Pete flavored Tootsie Roll Pop?
Sadly, what with Peev having a cast-iron skull, she hasn't found out yet.
Isn't Runaway Bunny the creepy stalker one?
You're thinking of I Love You Forever, where the mom drives over to her adult son's house to snuggle him in the middle of the night. It *is* creepy and yet I still can't read the book aloud to my kids without crying. It doesn't help that I first read it when my mother was dying, and now I can't escape the memory of that first reading.
