The stakes for Potpourri are high today, as the family survived Hurricane Irene! They played weather tag with their family in Virginia, where the storm pummeled them on Saturday, and then we here in Massachusetts took our turn on Sunday. We didn’t lose power, the basement is perfectly dry, and there are only a few branches to pick up and burn in the firepit. However, the wine rack is nearly empty.
All in all they were grateful, albeit completely stir crazy.
Meg is certain she does not want to see a member of the Weather Channel anytime soon. Don’t even get her started on Al Roker.
Meg keeps seeing these commercials for a new groundbreaking television show about Playboy bunnies. She has also seen a preview for a Pan Am stewardess show. Meg remembers the time she graduated from college and interviewed for a position. She can’t remember what the position was, but she got two recommendations from the old lecherous recruiter. One, was to go into marketing, for which she believes the only qualification was you had to be young and attractive. He then thought for a minute and had a better recommendation. That was, to fly the “Friendly Skies“. Yes, he suggested Meg become a stewardess. Her comment back to him was “why do I want to be a flying waitress“?
Meg doesn’t have much hope for either show, but she completely digs the retro Pam Am logo:
Meg’s godson Mr. Sixteen turned Mr. Seventeen last week. The card is in the mail, kid! Does anyone lament the lack of cool birthday cards for this age bracket? Is the bridge year between 16 and 18 like Land of the Lost? My sister might think so.
OK, the newest trend is for fifty-somethings to get themselves tattooed. Meg guesses it makes people feel empowered? She thinks there is nothing wrong with a well placed and discreet tattoo on one’s body. However, as you can tell from this photo, placement of said tattoo on one’s bicep is something you should run, run, run away from. Please see my story in the sidebar about the People of Target and you will know of what I speak.