The Spinning Beach Ball of Death

I was three-quarters of the way through a very thoughtful and entertaining blog tonight involving a quest for ice cream in Brooklyn, the complex and nuanced relationship between mothers and daughters, and the poor hide-and-seek skills of infants.  I also has this photo and this photo woven into the plot. 

Then Firefox, during a google search for "hippy love", froze, clutched it's heart, and collapsed into convulsions on the desktop, taking with it my lost masterpiece...my Pacific Ocean Blue.  God damn spinning beach ball...go back to the depths from whence you came!

I encourage you to use your imagination to create your own heartwarming story based on the clues above.  Winning entries receive a copy of last week's People magazine (with the cover torn off) and a Chicklet I found under the couch.

Comments

[bridgermama]

I frickin' hate it when that happens.

[Sarah]

The prize makes it very tempting...

[kara]

you crack me up.

[landismom]

Was that a google image search, or a text search? 'cause the idea that you were going to write a post with a picture that illustrates 'hippy love' squicks me out. A little.

what pray tell needed a pic of hippie love? please re-create the story sir please!!!

[p-man]

I'm trying to better myself, to enjoy better the warm and fuzzy relationship my wife and daughter enjoy, but it's hard. When I complain about my boss humiliating me my wife says: that's not the worst you could swallow! So I think, sure, I could keep listening to you, but what I say is: Right. I'll swallow somthing worse, to gain perspective. Hence the swords.

The thing is, you should probably take a lesson or two, right? Or you might get hurt. I don't have socialized medical care like certain smug dominions located to the north of me, but I love ice cream, and I figure some Chunky Monkey should help slow the bleeding, give me a chance to look into a good veterinarian, but first I needed something for the pain. I found my wife's migraine medication, "ergot" or something, and since I was in pain, I took a bunch, I don't know how much, LOTS, before I made my way out to the venerable "House of Sloth" primate-themed dessert shop in Brooklyn. Well, there must've been something in the pills, because pretty soon things started changing, you know, like looking weird, and I was suffused with a sudden desire to listen to the Allman Bros. Band, protest against social injustice, and to fornicate, preferably with Nigel Hawthorne, because of the intense universal love etc... can I have the Chiclet?

[Kris]

p-man totally earned the Chiclet.