i bitch about the post office, "literary latte", dancing retirees, animatronic dinos and other things

have you ever been behind someone at the post office that is shipping six very large boxes and doesn't know whether or not they want to insure said boxes? or even where their wallet is located? or how to tell their ass from a hole in the ground? if you haven't, i wouldn't recommend trying it. trust me on this one.

i cashed in my literary latte card today. (latte. i'm sure that's making some of my german readers giggle! heh heh!) here is my coffee hanging out with me while i'm talking to leff and watching the retired people dance at center house.



vid of the retirees cutting a rug:



(i actually enjoy watching these people dance, i'm weird that way. if you'd like to see them in action (and it's totally worth it. sometimes they break out old skool moves that are totally swank!) head to the center house on monday at 1:00 p.m.)

in a further attempt to keep cool, my coffee and i went to pacsci to look at the animatronic dinos. coffee really liked the brontosaurus/apatosaur.



i prefer carnivorous beasties.



on the way home i made a sparkly movie



and saw the goofiest "yo mamma" joke.



i guess that "yo mamma" translates into "your mommy" in seattle speak. the west coast is craaazy! (snickering)