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Pandemic humor.

Because it’s still here and we still to need to laugh.



I don’t consider myself at all anti social, but Covid has certainly made me realize how much I enjoy my own company. I never disagree with myself, annoy myself or get in my own way. Ya gotta love that.



Proof positive pandemics can make some things easier.



I do feel sorry for the kids. They’re missing out on so many once in a lifetime experiences. But on the plus side, by the time they finally do go back to class? They’ll be old enough to buy beer.



I shouldn’t laugh at this, I’m still only halfway through my stockpile.



This one is a little old, but I missed it. 2020 won? That’s uncanny.



Hey, at this point I say whatever works.


Pandemic humor.


Because we all need to laugh more often.



I don’t know, but FFS…. someone send her back.



How exactly does one do that?



We’ll all be doing this come January.




That sounds about right.



Guess it’s been a rough year for everyone.



Oh, those Brits.

Ever helpful with the good advice.



Here’s hoping your holiday is happy, safe and free of tactical response teams.



Because it was free.


That was his reason for coming home with this:



He saw it on the side of the road on his way home from Lowes.



Imagine it.

Someone no longer wanted this filthy, faded, and broken in two places crab sand box.



The husband thought one of our neighbor’s kids would want it, which was thoughtful.

But guess what?

None of them did.

So it shouldn’t surprise you that this is where it ended the day.




Nailed it.


While adults are complaining about being shuttered at home with spouses….




And wondering if their favorite bar stool at the local pub is lonely with out them…

(okay, that might just be me)




The little people are suffering too.

No school, no play dates, no adventures.

The grand daughter of our heart is getting a kick out of receiving snail mail so along with cards to let her know we’re thinking of her….. I send a small gift now and then as well.




First was a cute little upside down teddy bear drinking glass.

But I think the second one was a bigger hit.





Nailed it.

For a Living Museum, it sure had a lot of dead things…..


Making our way inside, I was surprised by the number of dead things at the Virginia Living Museum.

And to be honest?

They didn’t look too happy about the fact either.




Look at the stink eye on this owl.

Clearly he’s not pleased with that skeleton placement.




The woodchuck has a piece of wood.

A bit too on point…. no?




And Bambi?

Well, he looks like he’s ready to bite off a curator’s finger…. or two.




Even the turtle you climb into wasn’t immune from the specter of death.




But what really took the cake?

The Christmas tree….




Complete with a fish skull angel topper.




If that doesn’t give junior screaming holiday nightmares… nothing will.




Thankfully there were live creatures as well.




Though little people had to be talked into petting them.




Horseshoe crabs used to wash up on the Jersey shore by the dozens when I was a kid and they always fascinated me.




A more prehistoric sea creature you’re not apt to find.




There were interestingly set up exhibits on multiple levels.




Where the husband practiced his fish whispering again.




Various tanks contained the beautiful…




And the bizarre.




I couldn’t quite figure out this crab.




Was he picking his nose… or giving me the finger?

Tough call.




I was pleased to see my favorite Lionfish again….




Spiky venomous fins and all.




Gracie fell totally in love with a puffer and sang songs to it…..




Though she got yelled at by a volunteer for being a little too physical with the tank.




I’m not sure why disco colored lights ruled in the jellyfish area.




But we enjoyed the aquarium and it’s funky residents.




There was an odd cave like area….




That was very dark and next to impossible to take pictures in… so I can’t share the bats and snakes and reptiles we saw.

But I did manage a shot of the sign for my husband’s spirit animal.




Yup… change the shiny objects part to rusty crap? And they’re his people.

Gracie enjoyed the interactive children’s section where all the other kids were making plates of plastic food for their parents.

My contribution to the meal she was making for her mother?




What can I say?

You just can’t beat a nicely roasted rat.