Well, now, I betcha thought I'd never get here.
It's my memory.
Well, now, I betcha thought I'd never get here.
It's my memory.
A big plump robin happened by the other day and decided our bird bath was just what he needed.
I did a load of laundry the other day which included my favorite pair of blue jeans.
When I pulled them out of the dryer I found for the first time the ravages of them having been worn every day for weeks.
The Donald Trump presidential campaign is coming to the Prescott airport for a noon-time rally today.
That's only a few miles from where I'm sitting and nearly abutting where the BRD lives.
It's also in a county that is overwhelmingly Republican.
Which makes me wonder why, with only 15 days left before the election, he's spending the time in a place that he is certain to win.
But there's a lot I don't understand.
Meantime, at the Blue Bird Bath . . .
(yawn) (ho-hum) Bet you thought I'd never get here, didn't you?
Well, some days just start later than others.
Especially when the nights are cooler and the bed is warm and . . .
Oh, never mind all that, let's get started.
In this 21st Century a hoo-hah has erupted over whether today's holiday is Columbus Day or Indigenous Peoples' Day.
In the once peaceful city of Portland, Oregon, statues of Abraham Lincoln and Theodore Roosevelt were torn down overnight.
I can't make sense of it all.
So I resort to a cartoon, with which to wish you all a good holiday.
Our pot plants are hanging in there nicely, possibly due to the continued warm weather.
(They're not what you may have been expecting. I call them that because we grow them in pots.)
Yes, I know.
The weeks just keep getting weirder and weirder.
Sometimes I think, "how can I come up with something to make people laugh."
But I keep trying and searching, aided by my many contributors and fellow funny folk.
So with that wee bit of alliteration, let us begin.