Tag Archives: humor

Let’s play.

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It won’t take long, I promise.

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That’s an easy one.

I’d trade places with any cat who ever lived with us.

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They’re loved.

(Frank)

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Well fed.

(Mr. White)

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Spoiled.

(Bubba)

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And indulged.

(Cracker)

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They also have two human servants who cater to their every whim.

(Lord Dudley Mountcatten)

So yes, I’ll say our cat.

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How about you?

What animal would you trade lives with….

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Finally.

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Yes, hope springs eternal and I tried another Facebook recipe.

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This time it was a shrimp and corn chowder.

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Southwest style and even though it only had 1 teaspoon of cayenne pepper …

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It proved too spicy for my born and bred New England husband.

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I had jumbo shrimp and chopped them to bite size.

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It’s an easy recipe, and I quite liked it.

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Though even with the dissolved gelatin, I thought it too thin to qualify as chowder.

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If I make it again, which is unlikely because of the husband’s bland and boring taste buds, I’d add another thickening agent.

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Sea glass, a new project and travel cheese.

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I saw this the other day and had a flashback to my childhood in New Jersey.

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The hand came to life and snatched the letters one by one into the bloody swamp.

Epic. And I was there for it every week.

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For those of you, who like me… comb the beaches.

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My husband has recently decided the wood has to leave the woodshed, the interior wall on the right separating the shed from a storage room needs to be removed and a floor needs to be laid.

I do not expect this project to go quickly or smoothly. Stay tuned.

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Red door.

Since I plan on living more than 3 years. Duh.

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If a cheese fortune teller is paid in cheese? I have the perfect scarf and earrings for the job, sign me up.

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Foxy lady?

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Temperatures are warming during the day, our grass is finally green and the fox are back.

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I say foxy lady in the title, but to be honest I’m not sure.

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Sexing a fox requires getting up close and personal… and that I can not do.

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But I can watch from afar and take pictures.

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With Lord Dudley Mountcatten on high alert beside me.

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Because male or female, it’s still a canine… and His Lordship is not a fan.

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News you can’t use.

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Because the news you can use is too depressing these days.

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He’s the devil.

I think that’s a given.

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Uh oh.

We just ordered a new one.

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Honestly, I try not to think about Elon Musk at all.

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Apparently he’s been paying some of the mothers of his children 15 million up front and $100,000 a month not to speak of them. One woman refused and gave up what amounts to $36,600,000 over 18 years to tell the truth.

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It’s evil, but we love it.

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Whaaaat?

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And now you know.

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Screenshot

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This made me snort, but the fact that Amazon refunded her the $4,000 and let her keep the lollies tells me Junior may be doing it again.

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Table crashers.

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The deer are used to sharing the backyard spread with skunks.

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But lately a trash panda is beating the stinky little critters to the buffet.

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I’m thrilled because while we have nightly raccoons…

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They rarely show up before it’s too dark to get a photo.

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And though I’m tickled with the little masked bandits…

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The deer don’t know what to make of him.

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Especially when raccoon #2 waddles in.

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Proving two raccoons is two too many.

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More crazy maps.

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Simply because they’re fun.

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Evelyn?

The last Evelyn I knew in Maine died 30 years ago, at the ripe old age of 89.

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To the clearly parched western states, I’m sorry.

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I agree with this 100%.

Maine is full of Frenchmen.

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Maine men seem to be to satisfied with their packages. Southern men, not so much.

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It doesn’t surprise me Maine is on par with California. Our taxes are nuts.

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I can’t believe Maine didn’t vote for Roosevelt!

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I can’t believe Maine voted for Nixon!

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This map is disturbing.

That being said, I’m proud to live in a state who fully supported civil rights.

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Day 8…. Goodbye Newport, a Jurassic Girl Scout, the drive home and a few gifts.

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And finally our vacation was over.

Day 8 dawned bright, and as I looked out the window of our condo… windy. No surprise there.

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We said goodbye to Narragansett Bay.

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And a decent enough resort.

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Heading out of Newport, we saw a T Rex selling Girl Scout cookies and had to stop.

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These young ladies were doing a brisk business and we purchased 4 boxes in a drive through line. Very efficient.

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Did I mention there are windmills in Newport?

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Like, everywhere?

With the constant wind I can’t blame them. but it was odd seeing them randomly dominate the skyline.

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In Providence this fellow didn’t seem pleased with the time.

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In Massachusetts?

A very well marked curve.

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Clearly the clientele of this McDonalds outside of Boston are somewhat… questionable.

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Twin bridges somewhere along the way.

And in a mere 4 hours we were home, having greatly enjoyed our time away.

My husband’s birthday fell during our trip and while my surprise Antique Roadshow thing didn’t work out.. ( the rat bastards )…he still had a nice day.

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I thought this guy looked a little like His Lordship.

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Gift #2? A pair of night vision binoculars for critter spotting in the dark.

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Gift #3? A package of stickers that made him groan.

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Gift #4? A lighted coin microscope for closer examination of his collection … which he broke on day one.

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