The way the world is complaining about the heat.
Doesn’t it remember bitching about the cold not that long ago? And how lucky are we to have air-conditioning and ceiling fans where many unfortunates don’t even have water to cool off in…sigh. All I can say is, get a grip people, tis the season.
Lady Gaga advertising for Tiffany.
When I grew up it was a rite of passage going there when all was Audrey Hepburn and that light blue box. Diamonds and emeralds, rubies and pearls gleamed from their cases, while pretty people in navy suits smiled as you tooled by. Lady Gaga? My mother, in her signature choker, is rolling in her grave.
Our Tweeting President. 
I can’t say enough how irritated it makes me that he is so inappropriate. Can you imagine Teddy texting? Or FDR? Okay, JFK would have had Bobby do it at least, but to casually blurt out every thought like a high schooler just throws me for a loop.
Men in droopy drawers.
I asked a kid on the train, if wearing his pants below his thighs was comfortable and he said, “No, man, that’s why I’m always pullin-em up.”
“Then why wear them then?”
“Cause they’re cool, and how else would-ja see ma Tupac boxers?” 
“Fair enough.”
Patrick, the cat, down the hall who only eats Bumble Bee Tuna (in water). 
His father, in a panic, because three stores were out, when as a last resort, knocked to see if I had a spare can. “Yes, I do,” saving the day. What I didn’t mention, yes she shops early, was it was part of his Xmas stocking already in progress. Better order a few more cans since it’s a long ways till December.
