SWMBO and I were watching some cooking shows on television yesterday. On two of them, the chef daintily built plates with teeny little slices of vegetables forming salads that were just oh so lovely. "Silly food," my wife snorted. But then. A few hours later she built these two salads for our dinner meal.
Yes, I hear your pleading voices calling "It's Friday . . . show us something funny . . . pleeeeeeze!" And I, the mighty Catalyst shall respond with the news that the Congress has approved a bill to keep the government open and operating. For one week. I agree with you Gentle Readers. We do need to see something to lighten the mood.
That's it, dear ones, this edition of the Friday Funnies is complete.
Now have yourself a delightful weekend and always remember to keep laughing!
Thanks to all of the relatives and friends who remembered my birthday yesterday. 'Course I prompted many of those wishes with my blog post of April 24th. And for those wondering what type of celebration I had I can tell you today that it all took place within the walls of our home. I am extremely fortunate to live with one of the great cooks of the world so why go out to a restaurant, right? Judy, aka SWMBO, started us off with a delicious new recipe for a fresh pea soup, topped off with Mexican crema and mint leaves.
Then the main entrée . . . mussels and mussels and mussels, cooked and served in a garlic and white wine sauce.
Typical of the honoree, he forgot to take a photo until there were only the discarded shells left.
After a bit of rest in front of the television and Antiques Roadshow . . . (hmmm, I wonder why she chose that program) . . . the meal was topped off with wedges of a scrumptious carrot cake, my favorite.
Just another great meal.
Now as to my luck with the lottery, considering that it was my 77th birthday, I bought two tickets but we'll have to wait until tonight and tomorrow night to see how they'll work out.
Ah, Gentle Readers, it is that time of the week when we all put serious pursuits to the back burner and indulge ourselves in some joyous laughter. Yes it is time once again for the Friday Funnies. Several of the regulars who read my daily tripe soliloquies have done themselves proud by supplying me with fresh material. So, without further ado, let's take a look.
All right, that ought to be enough to get your weekend off to a mirthful beginning.
Contribute to that feeling by always looking at the funny side of life and keep laughing.
Ah, esos buenos viejos días en la playa de México! (Ah, those good old days at the beach in Mexico!) And check out that six-pack! Oh, okay, those aren't abs, they're my ribs. In spite of the nearly-constant beer in my hand I lost weight in Mexico and kept it off until we returned to the land of fast food, or should I say FAT food. Oh, those glorious good old days.
I was in to my cardiologist's office recently to have my Pacemaker checked. The tech told me the battery was down to 3% and scheduled another appointment for three months down the road. But he said if I began feeling more tired than usual I should call them. I told him my wife and I are in the midst of yet another move to a location we're not sure of yet and I'm feeling tired most of the time. But WTF, time is only a concept and we struggle on. At least I have my Blackwell, who seems to sense that we might be moving and we find him perched atop moving boxes, hiding in a big bag of bubble wrap, or wandering around moaning. As if to say, "Don't forget about me." "Don't leave me behind." As if we would. And he is a comforting presence as he sleeps in his customary spot the minute I sit down in a chair.
We were surprised this week with an impromptu dinner invitation for Easter Sunday from our friends, Lori and Rick Down the Block. They took pity on us after I mentioned in an email that my beloved SWMBO was just barely speaking to me. (Moving is hell!) And we leaped at the opportunity for a free meal and a day away from our troubles. This is our hostess, the Legendary Lori from Down the Block.
And her husband, Rick, who was the Chef for the day.
After consuming baked ham, multi-colored (including purple) potatoes, veggies, bread, an awful lot of wine and a delicious lemon cake that Lori spent hours (picking out at Costco) preparing and we repaired to their front patio to watch hummingbirds, drink more (!) wine and chat.
I caught Rick, hands clasped in prayer, delivering his Easter sermon.
Actually he was overcome with laughter at one of my typically hilarious anecdotes.
Well, how about that - it's Good Friday. I hope your Good Friday is better than . . . uh . . . you know. Let me try to convey some pleasure to you (with not a word about moving or packing or imminent divorce or murder.) 'Tis the season for . . .
And, not to disappoint you, here it comes . . . the old classic.
Okay, Gentle Readers, I want you to have a fantabulous weekend and always remember to keep laughing!