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Social distancing chuckles.


Where there’s a will there’s a way.



In this scenario, I see my noodle landing in my margarita… and no one wants that.




It’s all relative.



Canadians have the right idea with hockey sticks. You can measure distance as well as crack heads if someone gets too close.



Wisconsin? I don’t know. I’d rather not be on the back end of that ruler…



Bubble gyms?

If they were covered in black fabric so no one could see my quarantine twenty jiggling… maybe.




And I bet their conversation is more interesting than your cousin Darryl’s anyway.



Squirrels are people too.




What’s next, motion sensor operated baptism?



Now that makes sense!

Pandemic humor.

Go ahead, laugh.

It’s better than the alternative.

Have you ever wondered how it will feel when we eventually  (hopefully!)  get back to normal?

I’m not sure I ever want a stranger closer than 6 feet again.

This could be a real problem if Aunt Jemima products are going to disappear…

I totally need that mask.

Yeah, we kind of do.

Well that goes without saying.

Personally, I’d prefer 2 continents.

One day only!

Better hurry.

It’s all about priorities.

And finally for my horoscope loving readers….

Pandemic humor.


Because laughter is the only contagious thing I want to catch.



That sounds about right.



We didn’t.

We really didn’t….



I’m all for this.

As hard as lock down has been, there are some people I’ve been quite happy to avoid.



I could totally rock that look.




I don’t know about you, but I’ve had it with the conspiracy theorists.




That’s so wrong.



Tight pants.

A pandemic symptom I can totally relate to.

Which brings me to the new anthem for the Covid age.

Sing it sister!




This is the way we’ve been spending most of our evenings during the summer of Covid-19.



Barn porch sitting with an adult beverage…. or two.



Sometimes there’s a sunset.



The deer usually wander up for a treat.



And bark at us if we’re spotted.



Which, all things considered… is pretty frickin’ rude.



We are the treat suppliers after all.



I don’t need a formal thank you note, but a little common courtesy would be nice.




Pandemic humor.


Because someone has to laugh, and it might as well be you.



Ya gotta love Madison Avenue….

Simple ads are always the best.



As was I.

So where is it?



I don’t have any personal experience with this, but I can see their point.



Well those don’t look at all bunion friendly.



Now why didn’t I think of that?



As good an explanation as any.



Because cleanliness is so important.

Covid humor.


Because wouldn’t you rather laugh?




That puts things in perspective.




For quite a bit longer by the looks of things.



Don’t you just hate when that happens?



Hell, in Maine…. it already does.



Good rule.



Most definitely.

Grocery stores have become the new I-95. Wrong way dumb asses, rubberneckers, and the road police who do 25 miles under the posted speed limit.

Move aside people….

River needs double fudge brownie mix. And tequila.



A fitting finale.

WTF indeed.

Pandemic humor… laugh while you can.


Because we all need a chuckle.




Well done kitty.

Now step up your game and fetch us some toilet paper.



Does anyone think about all the poor out of work hookers?


But I’m sure they’re feeling the pinch as well… although probably not in the places they’re used to.



Sad, but true.



Also sad, but true.

I read a cockroach can survive for 6 months without it’s brain. Hell, Keith’s got that record beat already.



Other places?

Ay caramba!



Even I’ll say amen to that.

No soup for you!


I ventured out to the grocery store again this morning and was feeling a bit gangsta.



Although in retrospect, a pink butterflied gangsta probably wasn’t all that frightening.

Still no toilet paper or flour on the shelves…. and may I just say?

This is getting old.

It’s been what, almost 2 months since the virus started spreading? Come on people…. the supply chain is still moving, food is still available. Stop the panic buying FFS!




The soup Nazi made an appearance.



Apparently, the run on soup has begun.



Unless you want creamy cauliflower or butternut squash.

There was plenty of that.