NO FRIDAY FUNNIES

I'm not feeling funny this week.

Instead of the usual Friday Funnies, allow me to invite you to spend a few minutes thinking about the victims in the Capital Gazette shooting yesterday.

NEW(ish) FOOD TREND

A short time back I read about a new way to make your sandwich better.

Whether it's a good or a not so good sandwich, this little trick will improve it.

So the article stated.

I was dubious.

But what the heck, I said, it's worth a try to this old traditionalist.

So I tried it.

What's the gimmick, you ask?

Topping off your sandwich with some potato chips!

Not on the side.

Right under that top layer of bread, which can then be scrunched down to break up the chips.

It adds just the right touch of crunch to make you say, "Hey, that's not bad!"

I have become a devotee and when potato chips aren't available I've used crackers, once even a layer of Saltines!

They all work.

Just don't ask SWMBO.

She's still a traditionalist and believes chips belong on the side.

PRESCOTT VALLEY GROWTH

I stopped to take some pictures of a huge new apartment complex being built in the heart of Prescott Valley the other day but my attention was diverted when I saw a flyer taped to a utility box.

The housing development will be known as Homestead Talking Glass and will feature a variety of lifestyle choices.

Construction is going on at a number of separate buildings in the complex which covers a sizable portion of downtown from the Prescott Valley Event Center on Florentine all the way to the old Albertson's store over on Lake Valley Road.

Speaking of that grocery store, long closed and out of business, that's where this Homestead Marketplace would be located.

It sounds a bit upscale for this town but the population is growing and more and more homes are being built.

The flyer is asking for vendors, restaurant operators and additional investors so one must wonder if it will become a reality or if it's "pie in the sky".

Only time will tell but the opening of Homestead Talking Glass and occupancy right next door could have a favorable impact.

CATS AND DOGS

Ah, you Gentle Readers keep supplying me with blog topics.

Yesterday it was William's comment of a day before that gave me one more reason to show off my beautiful Blackwell.

Today it's Cross-Town Lori who commented on that post:  "What is it with cats and boxes?  A dog would never climb in a box."

Ho-ho-ho, Lori.  Observe.

And just when you're about to say "Those are all stupid dogs.  My Australian Blue Heeler [The Legendary Reggie] is too smart to ever crawl in a box,"  there's this:

I rest my case.

p.s.  That last picture is not of my old friend The Legendary Reggie but I think it's one of his breed.  

It, like all the photos, was just chosen at random from The Great Google.

ALL BOXED IN

One of my commenters on yesterday's post, William Kendall, who blogs from Ottawa, Canada, is a fan of cats and of my beloved big black cat, Blackwell.

He asked a question for which I had no answer.

". . . how do the cats like the new box?"

At the time, SWMBO told me that Blackwell had noticed it but after a cursory examination, was ignoring it.

Unusual but we figured maybe the hot weather was the cause.

Until I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner and glanced down.

Aha, (thought I), apparently it's "just right".

TAKING NO CHANCES

SWMBO uses some prescription eye drops for glaucoma and ordered a refill yesterday from an on-line pharmacy.

We thought you might like to see the precautions the business takes when shipping to a customer in a part of the country where the temperature is hovering around 100 degrees.

The doorbell rang today and when I opened the door I found this on our doorstep as a Fedex truck was pulling away.

Upon opening the box SWMBO was first confronted with some plastic-wrapped padding.

In the center of which were several packets of well-frozen ice.

In the center of those were Judy's eye-drops, in their three little boxes which were in a sealed plastic bag.

They arrived very promptly and very cold and very safe.

But if you ever wondered about those stories of too much plastic discarded in Mother Earth's environment . . .

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

It's Friiiiiiiiiii-day!!!!!!!!

"Are you talkin' to me?  Huh?  Well, are ya?"

I'm talking to you and to all my other Gentle Readers out there in Cyberland.

The heat is on here in Arizona.

My thermometer (which exaggerates a teensy bit in the morning) says it's 98 outside now at a little past 11 in the morning.

I was just out there watering a plant and the bird bath and it feels plenty warm.

But, like the Sunny Guy in my header, you just have to keep a happy face front and foremost.

After all, it's time for the Friday Funnies!

Oho!  Does that really surprise you?

All right you good friends, now this weekend don't be xenophobic,  and don't dwell on your ex or ex's, whether they live in Texas or not.

Instead excogitate some extra-fine fun and frolic and have yourself an exhilirating weekend!

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(Whoa!)