Yes, I said "launch" party, not "lunch" party.
This time it's not about food.
It's about a hot air balloon launch right in our back yard.
In the distance.
On the fence mural.
Oh, okay, just take a look, willya?
Here's a slightly zoomed view.
Yes, I said "launch" party, not "lunch" party.
This time it's not about food.
It's about a hot air balloon launch right in our back yard.
In the distance.
On the fence mural.
Oh, okay, just take a look, willya?
Here's a slightly zoomed view.
Yesterday morning I tried a new recipe I found on the allrecipies website for Gooey Butter Cookies.
Very simple: one bowl using a hand mixer, five ingredients, one shallow dish to roll them in confectioner's sugar (we always called it powdered sugar), baked for less than 15 minutes per pan and it made about 40 cookies.
So another week has nearly staggered to a close.
Close enough to hear those muted shouts of "TGIF" echoing through the hallways.
Here in the Central Highlands of Arizona, we're cheering the cooler weather.
Only in the low 80's.
So, speaking of cheer, let's see if we can put some in your smiling faces.
How about that?
Star Wars and Star Trek fighting it out to the finish!
Well, Gentle Readers, I hope you won't do any fighting this weekend and by the time it's gliding into Monday you'll be able to say it was fabulous!
And remember: always keep laughing
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
( . . . arrggghhh, oh yes . . . )
I tried a recipe for Easy Dinner Rolls today and made every mistake in the book.
I won't bore you with the details.
But, amazingly, they turned out okay anyway.
Who watches over rookie bakers?
On my daily calendar page today, a wonderful quote from a famous writer.
Some photos today from Judy's patio pot garden.
If Friday evenings are for pizza, then Saturday is for brownies.
So I was sitting here thinking, "Is this really even a time to crack jokes?"
But it came to me that even in the darkest of times, we need something to make us smile.
So take a deep breath and let's go.
Once a year volunteers place nearly 3,000 flags on the green grounds of the Prescott Valley, Arizona civic center park.
It was one of those moments that seem to come out of nowhere.
Some time ago, Gayle (the BAD) had gifted her mother with a metal sculpture that she had painted white and decided she didn't like it.
Her mother, my wife (SWMBO) liked the shapes and got her daughter's permission to repaint it.
Then it sat in our garage for months and months.
Until I brought it in and asked her when she was going to do something with it.
Shamed, she donned one of my old aprons and a face mask and gathered spray cans and went to work in the garage.
Today, we hung it on the wall in the living room.
Ah, my friends, it's been another weird week here in Wonderland.
And the rest of it looks just as strange.
There's RAIN in our forecast.
Oh, I know.
Not all of you think all of Arizona is a desert wilderness with gila monsters and rattlesnakes at every step.
But it's been awhile and it feels refreshing and it smells and sounds nice.
Kind of like the ice cream truck coming through your neighborhood just as you're relaxing after a big barbecue.
But enough about that.
Let's look at this week's crop of comedy.
Hey, don't blame me!
Blame the humor elves that supply me with these.
'Course, I do keep them in the dank, dark dungeon most of their days.
But to defer, may I deliver a darned deliberate wish for you to have a dreadfully delicious weekend.
And always remember to keep laughing, dagnabbit!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
( . . . oh, my . . . )