SUNDAY BRUNCH

We invited the BRD (Gayle) over for a Sunday brunch today.

She (good girl) came armed with a jug of pre-mixed Bloody Mary's.

SWMBO (Judy) had prepared the food.

Zucchini quiche.

Quiche Lorraine.

Sweet potato (Yam) medallions.

Fruit salad.

All accompanied by lots and lots of wine.  Yum.

CAHS - CAHS - CAHS

If it's an autumn Saturday in Arizona, there has to be a car show.

This one was in the parking lot outside Sally B's Cafe in Prescott Valley.

Contrary to what you may think, Sally wasn't catering. This Chevy owner brought his own display to remind us of the days of car hops on roller skates.

There were cars and trucks of seemingly every make and description.

This lovely T-bird has been supercharged. Look under the hood.

It wasn't the only one.

This next one had power in the trunk.

Those twin Kenwood speakers are sure to announce that car's arrival. Loudly.

I'm always fascinated by the paint jobs.

Even Passionate Pink!

My grandfather bought several Studebakers before his eyesight got too bad for him to drive. I can remember racing one of his one night side by side on a two-lane highway. Stupid. But I won.

And I can remember a Mercury something like this one when I was a kid. The guy who owned it used to drive slowly around our small town, slumped down at the wheel, sneering out the window. Cool.

There's a big 3-day Corvette show going on up the road in Prescott. I guess this guy got confused. Or maybe ran out of gas. (Love the dual rear windows.)

And then there were the really oldies-but-goodies.

Hard to believe that this one is 80 years old! But still young at heart apparently.

Not like this next guy.

I haven't worked on cars since I had my 1948 Chevy back in the late 1950's. Nowadays I'd need a degree in computer engineering to fix anything under the hood.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

This first bit of information isn't really a Friday Funny, it's a fact. 

The Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives John Boehner has announced that he's resigning from Congress at the end of next month!

As Vice-President Joe Biden might say "that's a big @#!?X*&# deal!"

But, now on to the Friday Funnies and I'm breaking a long-standing rule of mine by throwing in some politics this week. Beware!

Poor Brian. Some guys can't catch a break.

Speaking of which . . .

O.K. That's all the politics. This week. On with the Funnies.

Hey, how'd that squirrel get in here? This is supposed to be cat country. And how, you might ask, does a cat stay warm?

(For those of you unfamiliar with that white thing, it's a steam radiator, used for heating homes.)

But cats have other ways to stay warm.

Thanks go out to my contributors. Have a great jolly weekend folks and keep an eye on your cats.

And always keep laughing!

THROWBACK THURSDAY

From my high school yearbook, my 1958 Senior picture.

My 7-year-older brother had earned the nickname, Tiger, for his ferocious play in sports.

I used to tag after him as he went to practices. One of his coaches nicknamed me "Little Tiger", which became "Little Tige" and eventually morphed to "Cougar".

I was "Cougar" from then on and was startled at my 10th high school reunion by hearing someone call me by that forgotten name.

And I have no memory of being a Prom Waiter!

I'M CONFUSED

Today (actually began yesterday) is Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement.

It's also the Autumnal Equinox, the first day of fall.

So should I be atoning for my sins or rejoicing that the summer heat is behind us?

Since I'm not Jewish, I'm going with Autumn and may just finish off that creamy mac and cheese I made the other day.

Oh, and about that Yom Kippur thing?

I'm not perfect so . . . . sorry.

TUESDAY TRAVELS

One of the best ways to travel is behind the wheel of a top-down convertible sports car. This is my 1971 MGB and me somewhere in Indiana.

Of course it can be a trial for someone whose hair is longer than a crew cut.

The wind whipping through your hair can also blow it into your eyes.

So, a hippie headband was called for back in the day.

Before anyone else says it, I'll point out that this was in the days when mutton chops were popular.

AS PROMISED . . .

Yesterday I mentioned that there was a Kennel Club dog show going on at the Prescott Valley Event Center and promised you some pictures from it.

So . . .

Nice hairdo but this may be why I prefer cats.

Ah, that's better.

Does anyone know where my tail went?

Heh-heh. That's what we were thinking.

I told you to just keep your mouth shut and stay out of it.

You look mah-velous, dah-ling.

Not as good as me, of course, but still . . .

See. I'm leaving them alone. Gimme another Greenie.

Uh, what about me? Huh? Huh?

Mutt: "Man, I'm bored. Can we go home soon?"

Jeff:  "Just be patient, pal, I think that lady with the Greenies is coming."

So ends my teensie look at the dog show.

Woof.