Last night I had an email from Baseball Steve.
He gently informed me that the sculpture in yesterday's post was NOT a Gila Monster.
Then this morning Steve in Germany emailed me the same correction.
So I stand corrected.
The sculpture is actually of another denizen of the desert: a Phrynosoma, or a Horned Lizard.
In this part of the world, they are affectionately called Horny Toads.
So in honor of the double play by the two Steves and their perspicacity and the gentleness with which they corrected your Humble Scribe, I dedicate the first Friday Funny of this week to them.
Hey! Was that another Horny Toad?
Oh, never mind.
Listen Gentle Readers, profit by your mistakes, have a scintillatingly superb weekend, and always, always, always, remember to keep laughing!
(And I never once mentioned what today's date is.)
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
It's a tie for me between frog parking and the M&M's. Will be passing on to those less fortunate to get a Friday Funny every week!
ReplyDeleteSend them to Oddball, I can use the addition of more Gentle Readers!
DeleteIn our Frat house we had a "Frog" and a "Toad." Would have loved the sign back then.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder I never lost weight on most of my diets; I LOVE thin mints.
ReplyDeleteHa! I REALLY want some M&Ms now...
ReplyDeleteI've been in some churchly hostage situations!
ReplyDeleteThat kitty shows great self-control.
ReplyDeleteI think you and I once worked with a couple of horny toads. Mentioning no names here, however.
ReplyDeleteMaxine is my heroine. :)
ReplyDeleteRecalling my younger days, there always seemed to be a necessary connection between long sermons [particularly the boring sort] and very hard pews. Liked the golfing joke! Not sure which wrinkly I'd relate to; maybe both!!
ReplyDeleteI do love Maxine! I didn't realize what the date was Friday until late in the day. Nothing bad happened so I guess it's good not to know.
ReplyDeleteI saw sermons more as childhood torture, either way a crime against humanity.
ReplyDeleteEleanor is our dairy lover. Bit of cheese or sour cream, and she is there mewing piteously.