I'm sure there are a few things funnier than David Lynch giving the weather forecast from his basement everyday, but I can't think of any off the top of my head.

Song of the week:

New Pornographers, "Twin Cinema"

If I could have two dogs, I'd have a chocolate lab named Troy Brown and a yellow lab named Brady.

Home brew is better.
No need for Dunkin' Donuts.
I gots coffee skillz.

Missed Connections.


You: Good looking, slightly crazy blonde in your mid to late 30’s.

Me: Two cars over from you.

Where: Leaving the Providence Place Mall parking lot Saturday night after Waterfire.

I spotted you out of the corner of my eye in the passenger seat of the white SUV in the line to pay for parking in the garage. You had long, bleach blond hair. You seemed to be having a problem with your top, as it kept falling down. And you were so thoughtful to help the guy next to you driving with the seatbelt problems he was having (I’m assuming that’s what you were doing over there when your head kept disappearing). Safety first!

Also, you might have been a little drunk.

Drop me a line sometime. You seem like a classy gal.

Um... OK. Sure.

"Wow, you look great."

"Thanks."

"You're really keeping the weight off since the wedding."

"Yeah."

"That wife of yours must really be cracking the whip."

"Yup."

Or not. Whatever.

Coffee makers: clean 'em out once in a while.

Dear Television,

Please find a way to get John O'Hurley on every week.

That guy is a genius.

Sincerely,

Pat

heel-toe heel-toe heel-toe

I've done 12 miles so far this week.

And I've had a dog with me on exactly none of those miles.

Sigh.

If they still made Ecto Cooler, I'd drink it.