Like clockwork (
well, once every four years), I had the kickass celebrity sighting of Mel Brooks at Porta Via in Beverly Hills.
I like this: Wilson is now selling “Wilson” from
Castaway volleyballs.
You know how pet owners begin to look like their pets? This woman at the bus stop looks awfully like the ad on the bench.
The only thing worse than getting the flu? Waiting for a flu shot at Target pharmacy – where hope goes to get violated. The good news: over an hour there, and I still never got the shot. The better news: the whole time, I had two gallons of milk going bad in my car.
