Wednesday, March 10, 2010

When Fievel went West...

Well, to the West Village anyway.

He hopped on at 14th street, much to the surprise (and my delight, girly screams from some of the men folk) of the other passengers and proceeded to try to find a seat. But no one would offer one up to him. Go figure!

He scurried throughout the car as we all got started a frenzied rendition of the "wave" with our legs.

Girly screams ensued.

Just as he hopped on, he hopped off at West 4th Street.

Where he was going is anyone's guess....Chuck E. Cheese perhaps?

Ok, I'll stop while I'm (barely) ahead.


  1. Stopping by from the Marriage Confessions blog. Your blog is so cute, I love it! :) I am a fellow shoe lover. Stop by any time and say hi! :)

  2. Lordy! I'm moving to NYC in the spring and can only HOPE that I can have hilarious photo moments like this!

  3. that's so funny. I like that you're on his side, and not of the "ewww" mind set :)