I went to the grocery store where I saw a punk mom and her two little boys. One had a standard little-boy haircut, but the other had a Mohawk. The cutest, blond, little-boy Mohawk I ever did see, with bangs hanging into his eyes and a fuzzy head, and the most perfect little cowlick on the crown of his head, like a pinwheel right in the middle of the Mohawk area.
This evening we went to the Tan-A market to pick up some rice. They were out of the kind I wanted. (I'm so spoiled, I simply must have koshihikari!) While I was whinging about the rice, some of the personal care products on the nearby shelves caught our eyes: Darkie Toothpaste (yeah, they call it "Darlie" now, but we know what it really is) and Snake Brand Prickly Heat Powder. If the line had been shorter, I would have got them, just for the packaging. I'm still wondering why the Snake Brand snake has an arrow through his head. It doesn't give one an impression of non-prickly comfort.
In my daily dose of Wonderland, Alice went to Tarina Tarantino's shop, where they have a Barbie collection, a Hello Kitty collection, and a bridal collection. The princess simply is their demographic and she hasn't got a tiara yet, so I sent her the link. She's all, "Oooh, Barbie tiara? Hello Kitty tiara?"
235 words | August 14, 2006 09:36 PM | Real true story