Week (Weak) in Review.

I’ve had random post topics flitting about the past couple of days. None fully formed, so it’s a haphazard list of bulleted observations coming your way this fine Sunday evening.

• First, the picture that should have been. We were killing time and watching a lame football game in Covington’s Main Strasse earlier today. There was a guy walking his ferrets. Six of them. On a multi-strand leash. He seemed to want the attention. Despite the two iPhones and three Blackberries among us, no one was willing to get up from their beer/bloody mary long enough snap the picture either of the four times the guy passed by the pub window. Ferrets. Sort of summed up the week in an odd sort of way. Probably no more strange than five lesbians sitting in a faux English pub, three avidly discussing their eagerness to join the NRA, one trying to watch football, and the other wondering how to get a photo of ferret-guy.
• I KNEW balloon boy was a hoax. That family was just too weird for words. Were it not for Wolfe B asking tough questions of a six-year-old, we’d still be thinking wow, how’d they possibly get that whole thing on tape? Gotta love the fact the fact the parents met in acting class. This furthers my burgeoning belief that the 24 hour/instant news cycle isn’t really doing a lot for journalism.
• Have you heard yet that I’m the least romantic girlfriend in the known universe? Apparently yesterday was Sweetest Day. Okay, okay, I’d seen the roses and assorted stuffed animals in the grocery earlier in the week, but I thought the sign said Boss’s Day. And by the time Sweetest Day rolled around, I was so troubled by the fact I didn’t even get a shout out on Boss’s Day that I’m lucky I crawled out of bed.