Jolly Roger, Rogerette and Roger Junior
I saw this truck on the freeway this morning as I was driving in:
Now, I'm used to seeing stick-figure representations of Dad, Mom, three kids and a dog - but skulls and crossbones? Is this a Pirate family, or a Goth family?
Interesting graphics - the Mom skull is obviously the one with the cute little bow on her head - it looks like the Dad skull has a Mohawk haircut. And how could two skulls have a baby?
....as they say in Al-Anon, "Don't try to make sense out of nonsense". So I won't.
It's a Wednesday in Arizona, which means that I got up early, did twelve miles, and came to the office - after work, I have a 5:30 meeting. Those are the normal parts of the day - the abnormal parts of the day are
* the 2 hours in the dentist's chair (and now I have to see a periodontist)
* Going by Doc Jones' office on the way to the 5:30 meeting to pick up my silver dollar (it fell out of my pocket while I was at her office)
* Dropping by Sam's Club on the way home to pick up frozen strawberries and a fan.
The trip by Sam's Club is occasioned by the fact that I found out that I can buy frozen strawberries there for about a dollar a pound, and they are PRECUT!..in addition, I need to buy a floor fan. I've been using a floor fan, that I get out of the SpinCycle classroom, at the MountainSide gym, and all of the other runners walk by and want to know how is it that I rate a fan. I tell them that I get there first!....but that means that now they'll start getting there first, and so I might as well buy a fan that I can take with me.
I don't really want to go by Sam's Club at night, but the fact that the strawberries are frozen means that I don't really want to go any other time of day; nothing stays frozen in Scott$dale in the summer.
The 2 hours in the dentist's chair happened - I think - because I was gone during my normal cleaning/etc during the spring (skiing, funeral) and then they just lost track of me and didn't call me in, so when I finally got an appointment, my gums were falling apart. They are now demanding that I see a periodontist, or they won't clean my teeth any more. Pushy, they are.
Now, I'm used to seeing stick-figure representations of Dad, Mom, three kids and a dog - but skulls and crossbones? Is this a Pirate family, or a Goth family?
Interesting graphics - the Mom skull is obviously the one with the cute little bow on her head - it looks like the Dad skull has a Mohawk haircut. And how could two skulls have a baby?
....as they say in Al-Anon, "Don't try to make sense out of nonsense". So I won't.
It's a Wednesday in Arizona, which means that I got up early, did twelve miles, and came to the office - after work, I have a 5:30 meeting. Those are the normal parts of the day - the abnormal parts of the day are
* the 2 hours in the dentist's chair (and now I have to see a periodontist)
* Going by Doc Jones' office on the way to the 5:30 meeting to pick up my silver dollar (it fell out of my pocket while I was at her office)
* Dropping by Sam's Club on the way home to pick up frozen strawberries and a fan.
The trip by Sam's Club is occasioned by the fact that I found out that I can buy frozen strawberries there for about a dollar a pound, and they are PRECUT!..in addition, I need to buy a floor fan. I've been using a floor fan, that I get out of the SpinCycle classroom, at the MountainSide gym, and all of the other runners walk by and want to know how is it that I rate a fan. I tell them that I get there first!....but that means that now they'll start getting there first, and so I might as well buy a fan that I can take with me.
I don't really want to go by Sam's Club at night, but the fact that the strawberries are frozen means that I don't really want to go any other time of day; nothing stays frozen in Scott$dale in the summer.
The 2 hours in the dentist's chair happened - I think - because I was gone during my normal cleaning/etc during the spring (skiing, funeral) and then they just lost track of me and didn't call me in, so when I finally got an appointment, my gums were falling apart. They are now demanding that I see a periodontist, or they won't clean my teeth any more. Pushy, they are.
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