A business idea: why not launch a web site that does movie reviews of movie previews for people who are too busy to watch even the full preview?
Yesterday, Sandi said to this little boy who was all decked out in plastic knight's armor and play sword, "Wow! You look so medieval."
"I'm not evil," he protested.
"I mean you look like a real knight," she tried to clarify.
"I'm not a real knight," he began to strip off his plastic armor to show her. "I'm a fake! See! I'm just a boy named Robert!"
I can't help but wonder if this degree of honesty will help or hurt him in a relationship later in life. "No! I didn't say those jeans made you look good. I said that they don't make you look as fat as the other pair."
I was at the Denver airport Thursday amazed at how large we've become as a nation. Fat is the new norm, I thought.
Yesterday I was at the beach and saw an abundance of beautiful, fit bodies.
And then I realized that we have no new norm. Or perhaps I should say that variety is the new norm. Or maybe it is just that all the people headed to the beach were connecting through a different airport.
I'm not saying that she was a control freak but as we walked past her on the beach I could not help but notice that the tattoo on her lower back was a set of instructions.
Overheard at the beach.
"How much did this beach vacation cost?"
"Including the breast job?"
Okay, I made up those last two reports. So sue me. I didn't say I'm a reporter. I'm a blogger.