Submitted by: Jason B.
Last night while shopping with my GF I found a true gem. There are very few sacred items that I feel science can improve on. Hot Tamales candy has now been replaced with Super Hot Tamales and we now have the miracle of Fat Free Water, but I thought no one could one up the Habitrail. I bought this thinking that I could use it for our annual office White Elephant party, but I can’t bear to part with it. Perhaps what is missing in my life is a Hamster.
This is your furry friend.
This is the track.
Let the good times roll!!!
This is the ride your “Critter” rolls in.
It may induce spontaneous break dancing in your children.
That may be why they have this disclaimer!
This is the track.
Let the good times roll!!!
This is the ride your “Critter” rolls in.
It may induce spontaneous break dancing in your children.
That may be why they have this disclaimer!
P.S. It’s mine and please don’t approach me with offers to purchase it.
This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.
Probably much to my mother’s delight, on option when wearing these socks is to fold them over.
And this brings me to that third grade comment. A little bit about style in the third grade, when every item of your clothing is dictated by a strict dress code monitored by nuns. In our dress code in the third grade (green plaid jumper, white shirt –- peter pan collared being the coolest, leather shoes -– Easton’s with the shoelaces curled being the only acceptable option and dear God help you if you wear gray, leather shoes from Naturalizer in the seventh grade and never live it down and navy socks) there was little room for acceptable self-expression. Instead we followed an unwritten rule of blending in. This included, very much so, what types of socks you wore. The coolest were knit knee socks work slouched down around your ankles. Not remotely cool to wear nylon knee socks. And not in any way was it even remotely cool to wear them folder over at your knees. As my mom insisted. As she insisted on buying the nylon socks. And so every day after I left my house and walked out of sight of my mother, I did the only acceptable thing for a girl in the third grade to do. Doughnut rolls.