Could be worse

When I was a child, Reading Rainbow was my jam - and James Stevenson's Could Be Worse! was one of my very favorite books from the show.  In it, a grandfather spins a wild tale of misadventures, from an encounter with an abominable snowman to being chased by a blob of preserves, to make his grandchildren feel better about their current problems. On a day when I am feeling down in the dumps and being, I'm sure, insufferably whiny, I thought it prudent to make my own version of ways things COULD BE WORSE!

I could be on an airplane next to a fat dude with no pants:

That would be worse.

I could be employed as an elephant poop collector:

That would be worse.

I could still have my unibrow:

That would be WAY worse.  That thing was awful.

I could be Tyler Clippard.  EMBARASSING!



Oof.

Y'all got any other ways things could be worse?  Share them in the comments, please!

Pro tip: Take the window seat

Haven't been blogging much lately, as my 7 readers may have noticed. People are continuing to fall down all over the place, and baby animals haven't ceased to do stupid cute stuff, but my mind has been elsewhere as of late. First my mom almost died. Then my uncle actually died. It's all been really, really sad and shitty! And then on my flight home from my uncle's funeral, some guy was putting his suitcase in the overhead bin and dropped it square on my head. It hurt a lot! It was like the physical equivalent of my emotional state, though, so it was also kind of funny!

Anyway, the moral of all this is - take the window seat, where douchebags can't drop things on your noggin. And also go here to watch the trailer for the Muppets movie, which is fun.

How's about some unadulterated sweetness?

I like to watch John John clips when I need a pick-me-up.



"Count this penny!" Slays me every time.

I, too, am a total cookieface

Cookie Monster has a goal, y'all.



We need to make this happen.

Muppet

A dear friend has just alerted me to the existence of a little known Muppet by the name of Sinister Sam. Here is what the old chap looks like:


Hmm. That's exactly what MY Sam looks like when he doesn't shave...

Huge realization

My wonderful friend Johanna is Swedish. She is also a pastry chef.

HO. LEE. CRAP!



And there's me and Syd at the end! Bork bork bork!