Lollygag Blog

This is fantastic. (Fantastically gross, that is. ANNIE. DO NOT FOLLOW THIS LINK.) Kate! Thanks for sending this, and thanks as well to the Boston Globe for such a hard-hitting expose’. Or is it a human interest piece? I really have trouble differentiating. Maybe you can tell? And, oh…my favorite part? It’s a tie between when the lady exclaimed “Oh my stars!” and when her mother almost fainted because she had the “willy willies.” I have a feeling that if {Read More}

Okay, so I probably should have just gone to Wikipedia in the first place. I have found out what the “international” chicken sammiches were all about. You guys were right- the Italian was always there and always quite good. Also the French one- a chicken cordon bleu (which I do not recall ever having, just for the record. I’m not calling them a liar or anything, my memory may just be spotty. I was seven.) And finally, an American one. {Read More}

Remember, oh, a week ago? When I laughed at some poor sap getting doused by an errant sprinkler? Cosmic retaliation is a funny, funny thing. Yesterday afternoon, Jack and I were strolling (literally, in a stroller) to my block. Ahead of us on the sidewalk was a big ol’ arcing sprinkler so I waited, feeling out its flight path. Once I had it down I decided to go for it- only it rapidly changed direction and whipped back horizontally! I {Read More}

Happy Monday! I’m easing back into the week with Hootie and the Blowfish. On Sesame Street. With a two year old, of course. (Of course.) Hold my hand! It’s about crossing the street with an adult! It’s exceptionally cute but also a little puzzling. They changed some lines to better fit the theme of, you know, crossing with an adult (“Yesterday…saw Elmo standing there…”) but they made it harder for themselves, I think. The usual bridge is “Cause I’ve got {Read More}

Speaking of viciously earnest and poorly realized frames (and we were), this may be my new favorite. For now. As you can see (kinda), the photograph is of a sunset. And the caption? Three words shoved together, almost like a sentence. Family friends forever. Now don’t get me wrong. I love family, friends and eternity, but this seems to state that family friends ARE forever. Like your “Uncle Dennis” that knew your Dad in grade school? Uncle Denny FOREVER! Whoo {Read More}

I am not proud of this, let me just start off by saying that. Last night around 10pm, P.J. and I were idly flipping through channels. It was ungodly hot in the apartment and nothing could keep our attention- not George Carlin, not some documentary on binge drinking (okay, it was The Soup), nothing. Until…a commercial for a Big Mac came on. We sat, wide-eyed and alert until it ended, then at the exact same moment said, “We should get {Read More}

Today my 3.5 year old informed me that we couldn’t play in the backyard because it was being “turtle-ized.” What? TURTLEized. Sound it out- do you know what he meant?* Ooh, this sounds like an Encyclopedia Brown chapter. I used to love those. Remember the suspenseful last sentence of each story? “Encyclopedia knew that she was lying. There was no way she could have made it across the backyard in her boots- WHAT GAVE IT AWAY?” I loved the one {Read More}

Last night we walked around the neighborhood on a “Let’s Try Not to Binge Tonight” night. We started out walking a block and a half from our apartment to Que Rico [!] and succeeded in not getting nachos and margaritas on the patio. Took a left onto Roscoe and valiantly did not order any Turkish appetizers at Turquoise (although it’s a minor personal coup that the nice German-Irish boy I live with has added “Let’s just get some lamajoon for {Read More}