Sweetpea’s Garden

Mark your calendars: this Friday — June 1st — is Doughnut Day at Krispy Kreme. Stop by your local shop to get a freebie.

Click here to find one near you. (Yes, I am pretending you don’t already know, even though I know you do.) My condolences if you’re in one of the yellow “we are not here yet” states.

I forgot to report on the tragic event that happened on Friday: I broke my hula man. Again.

For those who have never been in my office, hula man is one of the very few personal items I keep there. Seriously, you wouldn’t think I had worked for the same organization for eight years based on my ability to decorate — eight weeks seems more accurate. Hula man was a notable exception. He was a birthday gift five or six years ago and has been on my desk ever since (though the colleague/friend who gave him to me has long since moved on).

Hula man has a major design flaw in that he has lovely, delicate ankles, which do not withstand stress well at all. His first breakdown occurred when we moved from the first to the fourth floor, so when I left up there for the new office in the basement, I hand-carried him. But on Friday I was tidying up and accidentally knocked him over and BAM! he broke right in the same place again. Time to find the crazy glue, because my desk just won’t be the same without him.

How do I know this? My former officemate stopped by while I was at lunch to discuss last week’s “Lost” finale, and left a note that read, “OMG! I watched Lost! What happened to hula man?”

Drat. Someone finally developed the perfect cell phone for Dad, but they were just a little too late. While the large buttons would have been the selling point, I think he also would have really liked the “soft ear cushion.”

Though the folks at TechCrunch might take exception to a product that suggests an “assumed-luddite older generation,” my dad was hard-core when it came to hating technology, so the lower-tech things were (or seemed), the happier he was.