As photo permissions slowly trickle into my e-mail box …

L->R: Geisha, Dog Face Boy, Danielle

Deadly on Roller Skates: Team Moose & Squirrel

L->R: The Cynicism of Diogenes ,Mommy Has a Headache and Cranky Mommy.

Johnny Dollar w/ fez and booze.

Photos Below Courtesy of NPR Junky:

BaltimoreMick - aka Jason J. Thomas.

You know the one I mean. She’s got a birthday or Christmas or an anniversary coming up and is expecting her husband to get her a diamond ring or a fancy new car or maybe a day-pass to a spa. Instead, she gets a vacuum cleaner or a toaster.

This analogy isn’t really working.

Diamond ring? Bah! New car? If its a Jeep Wrangler, sure. Day-pass to a spa? Only if they offer happy endings.

Besides, the point of the disappointed housewife is that she’s furious her husband gets her the vacuum cleaner, and proceeds to throw quite a bit of crockery at him.

And the point I’m trying to make is that I completely take-back everything I’ve said about Dyson owners in this post. I don’t have a particular love for the Dyson brand or anything, but when my mom hinted at what I might like for Christmas last Monday, I may have responded with, “A good vacuum cleaner” … because the one I bought on sale at Target blows.

Honestly, I’ll be happy with one that can suck and comes with various “tools.”

(If you read that the way I know you did, let me just say: pervert.)