I do love me some wombats. Cute, cuddly, and utterly ridiculous. What more could you want?
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And now, there’s a game devoted entirely to them.
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Granted the premise is a bit lame. Wombats don’t build towers, and I seriously doubt they’ve ever voted. (though that would explain the 2016 election.) I won’t be buying this, but I did chuckle over some of the comments.
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Now there’s a game I might buy! Wombats are the only creature on earth to poo cubes, so it seems silly not to incorporate that trait into a wombat tower building game.
It’s going to be hard to beat me for awful fashion trends, but please…. I beg you.
Try!
Acid washed jeans ruled in my day. And were made even more obnoxious by the fact that we wore them head to toe. Here I am sporting the required jean jacket ensemble while making friends with a crow.
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Not that bad you say? Then get a load of this…
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Me (on the right) and my future SIL wearing matching acid washed jean outfits, complete with multiple zippers. ( Yes, that’s a bottle of Tanqueray on the counter, gin and tonics may or may not have been consumed. Don’t judge. )
If most of my old high school photos hadn’t been destroyed in an attic leak 30 years ago, I would have flooded this post with personal pics instead of the following Google images. But let’s continue with the awful trends of my formative years.
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Track suits. Nothing I say can excuse them, the picture tells the tale.
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Jumpsuits. Preferably with hideous wide belts.
I’m ashamed to say this trend continued into my early married life as proven by this photo of me in France, wearing my Banana Republic flight suit with leopard print belt and beribboned hat.
Sigh.
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Anyone remember leg warmers?
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It was the 80’s. We were all feeling Jane Fonda’s burn.
So how about you? What horrible looks were you rocking in high school…
I feel you Dean, it’s been a while for me as well. Though not that long thankfully.
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I don’t think that qualifies as a band, but… wow.
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I know who they are! And saw them quite a few times in my youth.
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Now you’re talking!
As for me, the last concert I saw was James Taylor. I loved James back in the day, and still enjoy his music when I’m in a mellow mood. Seeing him in concert is like sitting in his living room… very laid back.
So Thanksgiving dinner with Sweet Baby James in the Berkshires? Count me in.
Considering I had no earthly idea what I was doing, I am proud of myself.
In case you don’t already know Wordle is the new game that’s taken over the internet. It’s web based, not an app… and you can only play once a day. So while I think it’s going to be addicting, there’s no danger of wasting countless hours staring at a screen.
The premise is simple. The daily puzzle is one 5 letter word and you have six chances to guess it. Everyone gets the same word so it’s become something of a world wide competition.
Sound simple? Trust me, it’s not.
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While I lucked out on my first puzzle and guessed it in three, the next day I didn’t guess it all and was extremely frustrated. (I will henceforth hate the word knoll and it’s dastardly kn consonant combination.)
So Google “Wordle… A Daily Word Game” and give it a go.
As a voracious reader, this is an easy one for me…
Books!
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In our house there are numerous stacks (and bags and crates and shelves and closets and boxes, well you get the idea) filled with books and I have never… not once in my life, ever thought I had enough.
Yes, I took another trip around the sun this month. Nothing to celebrate at this point in my life, but I woke up to a (not so) subtle gift reminder all the same.
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The large box was a present from my husband, from my very favorite store. They sell high quality handmade jewelry, pottery, art, crafts etc. and every trip we take there includes a round of oohing and ahhing . I rarely buy anything for myself as the prices make me swoon, but the husband makes a yearly pilgrimage… and who am I to complain? 😉
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This year’s gift was a fabulous mesquite wood lamp with hazed copper cut out shade.
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Both sides are inlaid with turquoise veins and it really is a lovely piece.
(If you’re wondering just how lovely? Here’s a similar lamp from the same company with much less turquoise on their website.)
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Yeah. That lovely.
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Needless to say I love it, and shall enjoy its light for many years to come.
The original birthday plan was to hit my favorite restaurant for dinner, but Mother Nature said no by melting the snow and dropping a solid afternoon’s worth of sleet and ice.
Alternate plan?
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Pizza and beer in the man cave…
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With a stellar game of whip your husband’s ass with a double letter Q in ‘quay’, a triple score ‘quiz’ and an almost superfluous ‘zeal’ for a total of 102 points Scrabble.
A very happy birthday indeed.
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