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I hear voices

I had appointment after appointment today, so I was walking through the streets of Manhattan for hours….which meant I overheard a lot of chatter.

My favorites were between kids and their parents.

overheardEAVESDROP #1

Child: Mom, can I get a smoothie?

Mom: I don’t have any money.

Child: Well, can’t we just buy some?

EAVESDROP #2

Child: …we saw Adrian afterwards.

Grandmother: It’s nice that he lives close by.

Child: Yes, right by the sewer.

EAVESDROP #3

Child in Stroller: Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo…

Dad: Do you simply have to be heard all the time?

Child: (silence) Yes. Woo Woo Woo Woo
You’re welcome.

Sugar, sugar

Yesterday Culturalist posted the Top Ten Best Pop Tart Flavors of All Time.

Brown Sugar Cinnamon was #2.bs_poptarts

[Insert string of expletives here] WHAT!??!??!  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

No Pop Tart flavor has ever or will ever exceed the warm, Saturday-morning, better-than-even-grandma-could make goodness that is Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop Tarts.

The original un-frosted version is even yummier, if you can wrap your brain around that.

S’Mores?  Chocolate Fudge?  Cookies and Creme?  Please, they don’t stand a chance.  They’re mere snack foods.  Brown Sugar Cinnamon dominates breakfast, lunch, dinner and any time in between.

Culturalist — I know it’s not your fault.  You aggregate lists submitted by your users.  (You just might want to take a closer look at your users…ya know?)

Grampy Ferg

I’ve been fairly vocal in my fandom of the Craigy Ferg, better known as Craig Ferguson, host of “The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson” on CBS.

Did I drop his name enough?  I think you know who I mean.

I usually watch him do his thing via DVR in the mornings while I eat breakfast, and yesterday I got not only the expected laughs from his opening monologue, but this very important reminder:

Today is Grandparents Day.

Believe you me — no one can describe, dissect and go on a diatribe about the matriarchs and patriarchs in our lives with more unexpected passion than the great Craigy Ferg.  It was hilarious.

But why take my word for it?  See for yourself.  I have conveniently inserted a link to the aforementioned monologue for your viewing pleasure.

There’s other chit-chat at the start of the clip, but if you go to 4:40, you’ll get right to the senior funnies.  It’s totally worth it and builds to great grandparent-y goodness.

If you’re not inspired to call your grandpa and grandma afterward, you’re heartless and humorless and all those other -less words.  But I trust you will.

You’re good eggs, after all.

Dedicated to Edith and Omar Hayden, and Onie and Lucian Curtsinger, my grandparents, who have left this world, but who I’m sure are avid readers of The Sticky Egg.