A hard pillow to swallow…
In the summer months when their predators emerge from hibernation, throw pillows instinctively shed their colorful skins and seek camouflage in tall beige grasses.
Such is the circle of life.
(Source: westelm.com)
Observations from the CTA 147 #5
I love riding the 147 sometimes. Just watched an woman (somewhere north of 45) putting her face on; drawing eyebrows, rocking the eyeliner pencil and putting on bright red lipstick in the back (the bumpiest part of the bus) while wearing one of those sock monkey knit caps. Bonus: her shade of lipstick was a perfect match for the sock monkey… All remarkably unaffected by the bumps on Lake Shore Drive! Happy Monday Chicago! May your week be this captivating!
This is so square, it can’t help but be a rhombus.
Somehow I made it out of the house today dressed like a cast member of Barney Miller.
deep thoughts
i just realized i can appreciate pearl jam a little more if i visualize Cher singing instead of Eddie Vedder.
Lynda Carter is one classy lady!
Love. Love. Love.
… Or perhaps this is a call to engineer a force of adolescent turtles that can edit, form a posse, blog about ribaldry, and rollerskate.
Maybe it’s not a typo.
And so I shall.
Generally could take or leave Popeye cartoons, but this one is so off the hook daffy, that as a kid I loved it; and i still do a good bit. I love the neon sign for Olive Oyl’s Secret Gold Mine.
Presidential mosh pit? »
Uh, so does this mean the bathrooms will get a good cleaning too?
This old house (Taken with instagram)
