This morning Margaret and I were relishing (in our separate locations) the entry at Boing Boing that described the illustrations and translated advice for travellers in case they were hijacked while flying Tajik Air.
That reminded us of the warning sign that had been dutifully slipped into the bookshelf that Margaret chose for her living room. (She chose a single folding wooden bookshelf as her main decorative shelf, with numerous milk-crates as her back-up and storage option.) The manufacturer had arranged for this semi-English-language note so that we would not worry about the scent of the finish — but even better, it afforded us persistent delight. I uploaded the picture of nthe sign (now mounted on Margaret’s refrigerator) at flickr.
I also uploaded several ancient photos, of the boys and of Margaret and me, all when we were much younger; and I further uploaded a couple of photos of Pippa in her most recent self-made fashionista guise. Frank would be envious of her tin-foil beanie. . . .
reminds me of a post-it note left on my fridge by the Polish cleaning lady:
Mrs. This vacum is not god.
Posted by: nancy trueblood at September 17, 2004 09:08 AM