FRIDAY FUNNIES

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

Today marks the Dog Days of the Friday Funnies.

Oh, no, they're not going anywhere.

It's just that . . .

Well, take a look.

But wait!

Oh dear, who to believe?

While I muse on that, Gentle Readers, go ye out and have yourself an incredibly soul-satisfying weekend and remember: always keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(oh, man . . .)

THROWBACK THURSDAY

You may have to be of a certain age but . . .

Ah the Good Old Days!

I GUESS MY TIRES ARE O.K.

Interesting guesses to yesterday's photo.

Here's a better view.

Aha!

It's my mouse wheel.

SHOWING SOME WEAR

Looks like maybe I need a new set of tires.

What do you think?

BLOW-UP!

Yesterday evening our visit continued with SWMBO's second purchase for the event: balloons!

Both of us had tried earlier in the day to blow up a couple of the balloons and though we stretched them and blew until we were in danger of a coronary attack we could not get them to expand.

We told the visitors that they probably needed a bicycle tire pump or some such device to get enough air into the dratted contraptions to make true balloons out of them.

Then James, the father of the two boys, took matters in hand.

And amazement once again!

As his face grew red from the exertion, the balloon slowly began to form, inch by slow inch.

After long minutes and perhaps a bit of wheezing he was able to lean back with the smile of a conqueror as he and the boys contemplated the result.

Great work, James, you showed us all how it's done.

The boys promptly left for the back yard where they indulged in wild and carefree (balloon) sword fights.

THE BUBBLE BOYS

We had company last night which included two handsome young boys . . . Brandon, age 9, and Liam, age 7.

At those ages, they could be our great-grandchildren, were they in fact related to us.

Prior to their arrival, SWMBO purchased two bottles of bubble blowing liquid.

When she brought them home, I scoffed that even at their youthful ages the pair would not, could not find this of any interest.

After all, these boys have been born into the computer age and undoubtedly each have their own digital pads with which they would be engrossed.

And they were.

Until the bubble solution came out.

What to my wondering eyes should appear but two young lads happily blowing bubbles and scampering around the yard, giggling merrily.

Once again, the old Catalyst was proved wrong in the light of his mate's wiser logic.

When they return this evening we'll see how the balloons go over.

FRIDAY FUNNIES

Does it seem like every week I moan about how fast the days are going by?

Well, there is a flip side to that.

So with that bit of philosophy out of the way let us move right along.

Lots of contributions thefts recently.

All right, all right, all right, (thanks, Matthew McConaughey) I'll quit now, much as I know you'd like me to go on.

But first, thanks contributors theft victims; all of you Gentle Readers have a mah-vel-ous weekend;  and always remember to keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(EEK!)