This is a photo of a post box that I (and a somebody else) made in college as a present. It is ridiculous – but at the time seemed to make the most sense in the world. I am pretty sure that it was never used – by the packaging still being inside – and the fact that it ended up back in my hands.

I am not very good at throwing things away – but lately I have tried to get better at it – from what I hear it feels kind of good to lighten up the load a bit. It pretty much makes my stomach do flips thinking about throwing stuff away.

The tie-in here (the “funny”) is that I think it is hilarious that my stomach would even think of doing any sort of gymnastics over a my wanting to get rid of this flamingo post box . . . it really is pretty silly. As I go to throw something away, the brain process goes something like this “Here we go! Throwing stuff away.” – pause for clammy hands and pit in the gut to form – “Mmmmmmm – maybe I should just hold onto this for a tiny time longer . . . who knows when I’ll need this particular thing-a-whats-a-ma-doozle-a-dazzle?!” – and then I put it back away until the battle is fought again (internally that is).

Oh – by the way – did you happen to notice that (Irving Brown) Socks looks like he in posing for either an Abercrombie or a Drakkar Noir ad??

Good dog!

Good Flamingo post box!

There was this night (not so very long ago) when I was waltzing (in a slightly tipsy manor) and I stopped into a tiny shop.

I was back by the coolers looking at some beverages – when all of a sudden there was a tap – tap – tap on the wallet side of my bottom. Now I need to reiterate that I was moving and thinking in a sluggish fashion – which was good – because instead of my normal jungle-cat-tightly-wound-spring-getting-sprung on my assailant, I instead turned quite slowly to find the best surprise that I can ever even remember.

There was this adorable little cat staring up at me. Then – as I was leaning down – it put it’s two front paws on my shoulder and hopped right up!

It totally made my night to have this cat riding around on my neck through the store. The owner got nervous and apologized – but I was like “No – this is the greatest thing ever! What is the cat’s name?!”

The guy looked at me and in a very matter of fact way said “That is Cup-Cake.”

I had Cup-Cake sitting on my shoulder.

Does it get any better than that?!