The September photo of the Tobey calendar my sister gave my family for Christmas last year is especially adorable. I am staring at it right now instead of writing, which I’m also doing right now, in theory. But back to the cute Tobey photo. Thought you might want to see it:
You know how when you’re falling asleep or just waking up or basically phasing in and out of sleep you can be having a fairly normal chain of thoughts and then you’ll have one bizarre one and that’s how you’ll know you were starting to fall asleep? It happened to me once while I was driving, which is a true story. I was driving back to Claremont from Santa Barbara (where I saw Lenny Kravitz and Blind Melon. Go ahead and judge me!) and suddenly I saw the Michelin Man and bunch of confetti out the left window. Soon after I felt speed bumps and my friend, who’d also fallen asleep, saying, “Are you falling asleep?” while punching me in the shoulder. “I was in the middle of an amazing dream!” I yelled at him. Then we crashed and died.
Well anyway, last night I was thinking that I really need to do something about my recycling/trash bin situation. Right now I have a lot of this going on:
That’s, from left to right: trash, paper and cardboard, bottles and whatever else goes with bottles (glasses and wonderful conversation, am I right?!?!?!?!) and another trash bag.
But I really should get something like this:
Or maybe something like this:
And then next to that I should definitely get this:
Yes, that’s right. A thing to blow up balloons in my kitchen.
“He’s very brave. He isn’t afraid of dogs or people. Just balloons.”