Tag Archives: pandemic

News you can’t use.

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The plethora of stupid headlines assures I will never run out of things to share.

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I’m going to pass on ordering one of those, just as I do on the extended car warranties.

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Now there’s an item positively screaming to be hung in the man cave bar.

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I don’t know about you, but I honestly don’t want to know the answer to that.

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*crosses Texas off her vacation destination list*

Who am I kidding? It was never on there in the first place.

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Mother Chucker

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Big momma woodchuck is out of hibernation and stuffing her face at a rapid pace.

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I’d thrown out bread for the birds earlier that morning but when I saw her arrive and start munching, I quickly gave her lettuce instead.

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You know, the head of iceberg lettuce my husband brought home from the store after I specifically wrote “green leaf, red leaf, Boston or romaine…. anything but iceberg!” on the grocery list.

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Even as hungry as momma chuck was….

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She left most of the tasteless crunchy white parts.

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I am not a pioneer woman.

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Not traveling for the past 2 years has been tough. It seems we were just getting into the swing of navigating our time share resort catalog… culling the ordinary and finding some fabulous spots… and then Covid slammed the door. While I’d be up for getting back on the road, my husband is still hesitant so we’re sticking close to home for now. I’ve been slowly researching some New England escapes my spouse might be comfortable with and the other day I came across this:

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Let me state for the record… unequivocally and without a doubt… I am not a camper. I have absolutely zero pioneering spirit and require hot and cold running Egyptian cotton sheets.

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While I love nature, the outdoors and hiking during the day, ( before my knee injury, damn it ) I prefer to sleep in air conditioned comfort on a king sized pillow top not sweltering in a 12×6 wagon with mosquitoes large enough to carry you away.

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Trust me, it’s not. And I wouldn’t.

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The words magical wagon and camp grounds are not used in the same sentence, not in my world.

And when I heard they rent for $1,500 a night? Yeeha! That’s a hard pass.

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Pandemic humor

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Every time I finish one of these posts I think it will be my last, then I see something funny and realize I have to keep sharing.

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They don’t call them Emperors for nothing.

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Now that’s brilliant.

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Will we ever hug again? I’m rethinking so many pre Covid normalities now. Hand shaking. Buffet dinners. *shudders*

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This portrays my last two years perfectly.

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Pandemic humor

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I’m going to keep doing these as long as I have to make myself laugh.

It may be a while…

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At this point, it can’t hurt.

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As long as you don’t take me with you, but that’s the problem isn’t it?

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I feel like that’s where I am right now. All our well laid plans for retirement out the window.

WTF sums it up perfectly.

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Pandemic humor… the wine edition.

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Because we could all do with a little more wine right about now.

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Testing.

It’s so important.

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To be honest, I currently have 18 rolls of toilet paper in my closet.

My ancestors might have used the Sears catalog in the outhouse but I don’t want to. Especially since it’s online these days.

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A mask no one will refuse to wear!

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It’s all about safety.

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I miss hopping from winery to winery for tastings, but this could work.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because I’m still trying to laugh.

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Ain’t that the truth! I’ve cooked and baked more in the past two years than I have in the last 20. Which sadly, my hips and thighs can attest to.

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I need one of those.

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This is funny, but not. Our neighbor is a nurse and has been past the point of burnout for a solid year.

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I really hope not, but you can’t argue with the logic.

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