Goodwill horrors.

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Thrift store shopping is always an adventure. And while it’s true you have to sort through a lot of trash, sometimes you find a treasure. My girlfriend and I used to make monthly pilgrimages to various shops and believe me when I say we have found some seriously odd things. So when I came across this article about the strange things Goodwill employees find, I knew I had to share.

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A suitcase full of dildos? Well, I suppose you could repurpose them like this woman did.

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Yikes. I don’t imagine the kangaroo was too happy about that.

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Damn. I wondered why I couldn’t find mine.

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Is it me? Or are you noticing the distinct trend toward the penile at Goodwill..

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They’re probably right. But it wouldn’t have been me.

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Things you might need, or not.

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If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know I love cheese. And soft ripened French cheese? Ooh la la!

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But Camembert cheese potato chips? Be still my artery clogged heart!

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If not for the fact that these are probably laden with chemicals and enough sugar to sweeten a lemon grove…. they might be fun.

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Wow. This has got to win the ugliest lamp ever award.

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And disappointingly, just when I was thinking of ordering one as a gag gift…. I read a bunch of comments saying it was fake.

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I love steampunk, but judging from the price on their website I’m guessing they’re right.

Damn. It might have looked great on the bar.

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My hat’s off to them.

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A friend of ours crossed something off her bucket list recently…. and while I was happy she was fulfilling a lifelong dream, I did make one small request.

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Take pictures of the hats!

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Because when you go to the Kentucky Derby? There are lots of fabulous hats. Sadly my friend had a few too many mint juleps and only shared three hat photos. (Bad friend. Bad!)

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But at least the last one was a doozy.

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Pardon me while I snicker and include an anti-Brady Derby pic as well.

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Quilting. Keeping grandma off the streets for centuries.

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Our town is celebrating its 250th anniversary this year and our little old ladies have been feverishly working on a quilt to commemorate the occasion.

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Everyone is choosing a local landmark and some of them are quite nice.

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I can barely sew a button and have been known to super glue dress hems, so I fully appreciate the work that goes into these squares.

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Even if some of the landmarks look a trifle… crooked.

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How cute is that!

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Our general store was opened in 1904 and though it’s changed owners multiple times, and almost gone under twice…. our town rallies behind it and keeps the doors open. Small business and small towns. You can’t beat them!

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Because it’s been at least 3 days.

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If you’re getting sick of cat photos? Please feel free to skip this post, I won’t be offended.

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Though I can’t speak for his Lordship. He does enjoy being worshipped…

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He’s also obsessed with something new. Hummingbirds. They love the flowering quince bush and dart in and out all day… much to Dudley’s chagrin.

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The great outdoors is like a free streaming service for cats.

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And when the birds land in the bushes next to the house? He’s a riveted viewer. How obsessed is he?

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So obsessed he misses meals.

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And no, he’s not at all spoiled. What makes you think that…?

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Things that made me laugh.

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Ah, Keith… he’ll outlive us all. When the earth is experiencing the utter destruction of nuclear winter? Two things will survive… cockroaches and Keith Richards.

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Here’s Larry, Curly and Moe. The three wild turkeys that my oh so stubborn husband chases off our property at least 4 times every morning. It’s comical to watch my other half flying across the back yard in his pajamas and slippers, waving his arms like Robbie the Robot, hollering at them to scat…. while the Stooges run to the edge of the property line and patiently wait for him to go back inside.

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100,000 people have had nothing better to do with their lives for the past 2 years than read my drivel filled posts. If that isn’t cause for celebration? I don’t know what is.

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This small bottle of supposedly outstanding margarita mix a friend gave me was funny for one reason only.

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10 cocktails? From that mini container! Clearly they’ve never bellied up to our bar.

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Raise your hand if you want a robot in your toilet.

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No, I’m not kidding. And yes, I wish I was.

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Because even though I don’t enjoy elbow deep scrubbing in the commode, I’m not sure I want it roboticized either.

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Electrolyzed water? Why am I having visions of Victor Frankenstein…

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And while I’d love to be delighted by my bathroom… I seriously doubt sitting fully clothed in the tub blowing bubbles would be high on my list.

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Pandemic humor.

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The crisis is slowly winding down and Covid humor is harder to find, but here are the latest.

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Sometimes it really is better to bee safe than sorry. ( Feel free to groan. I couldn’t help myself. )

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No doubt!

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You can’t argue with that logic.

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While technically these aren’t virus related jokes, if you’ve done any home improvements in the past year you know the price of lumber and supplies has skyrocketed.

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We were in Lowes the other day ordering shingles for our long overdo roof repair, and trust me… this isn’t far off the mark.

And finally…

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Ouch!

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So much spider hate.

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I’ve never been bothered by spiders. I don’t scream and jump on a chair, I never smash them with a shoe. They’re marvelous bug eaters and if they happen to take up residence where I don’t want them? I happily relocate them outside. So when I saw this on Facebook the other day….

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I was surprised at the outpouring of malice.

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That seems a little extreme.

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Unless you’re dressed as a fly? I highly doubt it.

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So much spider hatred. I mean come on…. some of them are cutie pies.

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