We went shopping this afternoon. In addition to everything else, I needed to pick up a new pair of jeans. While in JC Penney we encountered what I call dirt washed jeans. They’re like any ordinary pair of jeans, except a shovel full of dirt — authentic dirt too, none of this imitation dirt they’re peddling these days — is added to every batch as they’re washed. That way they get that genuine haven’t-been-washed-since-I-bought-them look without all the effort.
Ask Anna what the weather outside is like and she’ll whisper it in your ear. Not me `though. If it’s worth saying once, it’s worth saying loud enough so everyone can hear. So you can imagine how excited Anna was when I launched into a tirade about “kids today”.
The NY Times has an article about women named Katrina and their reaction to the hurricane.
When I was in College, I hung out with a guy named Andrew. This was right around the time the Miami area was devastated by a nasty hurricane: named Andrew. He plastered the outside of his bedroom door with clippings from various newspapers with headlines like “Andrew decimates South Florida” and “Millions Homeless in the Wake of Andrew’s Fury”.
Obviously, he wasn’t bothered by sharing names with a devastating hurricane.
Anna and I just got back from the coffee shop at the top of Inn St. We’ve been there a number of times — they make a mean hot chocolate that Anna just loves.
Most of the time when we go there, I get a hot tea. In fact, last time I was there, I joked with the young lady behind the counter that I definitely wanted caffeinated tea rather than decaffeinated. However, I must be looking old tonight, because she gave me a decaf tea.
Perhaps she figured it was approaching my bed time (true) and I didn’t need the caffein to keep me awake all night.
I just wish my bones didn’t creak when I got up in the morning…
