when we realized that there are 13 
different brass cabinet knobs in this kitchen. There's about 30 altogether, and there were 2 or 3 of each one, but with no ryhme or reason, or symetry to how they were placed. We wondered if it was a collection? Maybe a mistake? maybe they were in the bargain bin at home depot, and there weren't enough to do them all the same?
We found these in a Sunrise Villa townhome. You'll have to click on the photos to see them blown up to see what I mean. 
can't concentrate to type because my brain keeps singing the spider pig song, over and over and over.
Actually, we saw the Simpson's movie last night, and are still laughing this morning. I'm no movie reviewer, but I really enjoyed it.
in the "worst mls photo" of the week catagory. Sometimes "funny" is just a matter of timing. I think it's a timing issue, and not a subtle hint at the seller's motivation.
Actually, stopped what I was doing, posted the first picture, went back to the MLS, clicked next and found this one from the same listing. 
I keep getting asked that question. So I figured, what the heck, I'll tell the story.
During Thanksgiving Dinner at my mom's (about 20 years ago), I got up from the table to get something or other from the kitchen. My oldest brother Arnie said "Jack, while you're there get the milk."
My four year old very petulent and very bright niece grabbed her fathers arm and sternly reprimanded him "DADDY! You know his name is UNCLE JACK!!!!"
Of course, at any gathering of the LeVines, it doesn't take much to send us all into hysterics. My mother was laughing so hard tears were running down her face.
Naturally, I was teased to death for the whole weekend and they went out of their way to "Uncle Jack" me at every opportunity. Of course the nickname stuck within the family, spread to my friends and eventually, I hope to you. You're welcome to call me Uncle Jack, also.
Sundays at my mother's. Week 307 +-
An early passover of sorts. Poker was the main topic though, as Sylvia and my mother Rita are the last 2 living widows of a famous Wednesday night poker game that started in 1960 at a home on 10th Street. My father Sam joined in as "new blood" in 1985 and the game finally died out in 2001 when my father passed away. Always 2 tables, one for the wives and one for the husbands. Different couple hosted every week on a rotating basis.
My Brother Joe, (the one in the picture above, with all that thick black hair) is a "hobby" Elvis. He deals tournament poker only, so he works all over town. Watch for more of him as he'll be entertaining at various open houses and events that VVV will be sponsoring in the future. Last night, he gave us a new schtickt featuring Elvis with a yiddish accent. He calls the character "OyVis". Picture without sound couldn't do it justice!
Sylvia raises a glass to old friends and great poker!
