Thoughts on middle aged living, vol. 2

Our new china hutch
makes me weep with joy; display
of tchotckes is grand.

Can you smell what the prof. is cookin'?, or the Academic Misconduct Smackdown

You wanna talk smack
at me about your grade, dude?
Take it to the dean.

Home ownership is not for the fainthearted or the acrophobic.

Are those shingles by
the vent coming up? Better
get out the ladder...

I transcribed this found haiku. Let's call it "Why it's bad that 2 year olds can talk."

I don't wanna go
to daaaaaaycaaaaaare! I want to stay
home with you, mommy!

I have to share this link with you, even though I posted this comment at Hulk's Diary originally.

Kitty wars aside,
Little Squee, objectively:
THE. CUTEST. KITTEN.

Ann Taylor has betrayed me --their textbook demographic--with stupid low rise hipster pants.

You used to make jeans
that fit a person with hips.
Now, "Gramercy Cut."