Ouch

Little did everyone know, I was actually taking up a new hobby. CrackedPot indeed.

The long awaited couch

Sugar³ and I ordered this couch back in August. We wanted it in an oak natural finish (shown) with a navy blue cover (use your imagination). After three months, the retailer finally discovered the manufacturer couldn't get their hands on any oak lumber for some reason and asked us if we would accept, for a discount, a couch in birch instead. So we agreed and two weeks later we received a couch...with a red teak finish, and no futon cover. So back it went. In the meantime, the futon cover wholesaler sent a dark burgundy red cover, and continued to send a red cover with each reorder until the retailer switched to another company. Even then we received a royal blue cover, but by that time, we were really tired of sitting on lawn chairs and accepted the royal blue cover. It helped that the retailer upgraded to a nicer cover at no extra cost, and threw in the dark burgundy red one too. Saturday, our new couch finally arrived, in a natural birch finish with a royal blue cover and an extra dark burgundy cover, nearly five months later! Our backs feel better already.

The arms open to hold remotes and small items and the front conceals drawers underneath. Each end also sports a magazine rack.

Someone please think of the children!

The original episodes of Sesame Street from the early 1970's are now available on DVD. They come with warnings that they are not suitable for children. Because, goodness knows, this might traumatize today's child. And look what poor Cookie Monster has been reduced to these days; he's now Organic Produce Monster Blue Fuzzy Puppet. If Jim Henson were still alive he'd likely be horrified.

Candy conundrum

Overheard from a trick-or-treater on Halloween, "If I eat these, does that make me a cannibal?"

Censoring colorful cliches confounds collaboration

Well I'll be damned....

Sugar³ ran across this article on swearing in the workplace.

Not sure about an all out expletive fest, but "golly, gosh, darn" does feel woefully inadequate when CrackedPot has just slipped and jabbed a needle through the webbing between forefinger and thumb or nicked a finger with the scalpel.