possibly only funny to me

Today the ladies' room at work has an oddly oxymoronic odor: wet drywall.
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The other day, I went into my boss' office to water his (elderly) plant. I took one branchy/shooty thing out of the pot, since it had given up and was laying completely horizontal in the pot. As I carried it to the plant graveyard (the kitchen), he asked what I was doing. "It's dead, I'm throwing it out." "It's not dead." he said, "It's resting."
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On the way home from Lisa's house the other night, when it was seriously sub-zero out, I was just minding my own business when a big patch of black ice snuck up behind me and pulled my legs out from underneath me. I fell flat on my ass, and it kind of hurt a little, but it was the kind of fall that Fred Flinstone would have had, legs totally akimbo, and I can only imagine how funny it must have been for the person half a block behind me to watch. Since I didn't smash up the bottle of wine in my backpack, I laughed as I walked home, in a shuffley/skatey kind of way.
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I've been running a lot lately, and to test my endurance (or possibly just to make an ass of myself) I've been trying to sing along with my music, to see how much control I have over the sound. (I read somewhere that Bebe Neuwirth does this when she works out.) Unfortunately, I have more control than I thought I did, since it turns out I've been bellowing bluegrass as I run through the park. dork.
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I got my teeth cleaned the other day, and let's just say that after the tartar was taken out of my mouth, there was room to park a pick up truck. It got me thinking: wouldn't it be great if we lived in a society where tartar had some monetary value? Then you could just pay for your dental work in the tartar they remove!
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Remember when Christina was here recently? Me neither. Here's part of what I said at the time:

The best part about Christina is how she can make me laugh for hours on end, and then when I sit down to recount what was so funny, all I can come up with is the fact that we barked at the Washington Square Park arch by saying "Arch! Archarcharcharch! ARCH!" Oh, and we took pictures of ourselves, first with her mouth closed and mine open, then with my mouth closed and hers open and then finally, with both our mouths sort of open. So, where are the photos? Here, silly:



(photos courtesy of Christina, stupidity courtesy of yours truly)