THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

To all of you who have encouraged the continuation of these weekly attempts to foist some humor into a dark world I offer my humble thank you.

So lessee, where do we begin?

Lemmee put on my specs and inspect the inventory.

And with that, I shall make my departure.

Dang it all, you, dames, damozels and dudes . . . don't be dejected, dazed or dizzy.  I shall return in just days to differentiate from your dissatisfaction and dolor.

In the meantime, have a delicious weekend and always remember: Keep Laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

LOCAL WILD KINGDOM

SWMBO spotted something on our back yard wall last night.

So before venturing into the unknown, I took a photo.

Then I crept, with the talent of a jungle cat that I possess, a bit closer.

The object did not move but it appeared to be a living creature.

This reptilian denizen had great patience but so, mighty explorer that I am, did I.

Hard to identify but it may be a rather large gecko.

As I turned slightly for a better view, this dinosaur from eons in the past gave me a glare.

Faced with possible potential annihilation, I beat a hasty retreat and left him to his wont.

WATCHING

The Mighty Muralist, aka SWMBO, aka Judy, had her paints out again the other day.

It seems the Rock Turtle needed a touching up.

Last night she put a silicon treatment on the rocks on his back to bring back the shiny tone he had when we first acquired him.

But what struck me  . . . and may cause nightmares . . . were the tiny details she added to brighten his eyes.

What do you think?

There's a certain evil intent showing in that eye, I think.

Enough to put trembling in a grown man.

'Course, she could have really greened him up and made him appear even more vile and dangerous.

(Last picture photo-edited by Catalyst)

TUESDAY

ANOTHER WEEK

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

. . . and don't forget to wash behind your ears!

SKYVIEW

There's a sky full of beautiful clouds in my part of the world today.

Whichever way you look there's a changing panorama.

Sometimes people see images in the sky.

Me?  I just see clouds.

Meantime, a dove in the dead tree next door watches me, wondering "why is that strange human creature pointing his camera up at the sky?"

Just another day in retirement, birdie.