THEY'RE COMING!

 

IT'S COMING!

I bet you thought I meant Election Day!

BLUE ON BLUE

 So you thought Mr. Robin was a testy splasher!

Well, he has competition from a big bluejay.

He got right into the water and seemed to be captivated by his own reflection before doing something that makes me cringe.

DON'T DRINK THE BATH WATER!

But then, thirst slaked, he got onto it, splashing merrily.

After every incident of revelry from a bluejay or a robin, I feel like I have to refill the bird bath.

But Mr. Jay doesn't care.

He just admired his reflection one more time before darting off.

THE CYNIC

 

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Well, now, I betcha thought I'd never get here.

It's my memory.

See what I mean?

But now that I AM here, let's get on with the humor, shall we?

And with that horrific pun, I will slink back to my dark den of desultory destruction, departing drearily to dreamland, doting on dreams of days past of dining in delicatessens and other diversions.

But before I go let me wish you all a spectacular weekend and leave you with this thought: there are only 11 days to go!

Oh, yes, and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(. . . oh, not quite yet, pussycat.)

I RULE

 A big plump robin happened by the other day and decided our bird bath was just what he needed.

He settled in for a nice solitary soak.

But being a robin, basking is not enough.

They like to splash about, throwing water right and left.

This attracted the attention of another frequenter of the spa - a mourning dove.

He (or she) seemed to be thinking/saying, "What are you doing in my bath/drinking fountain?"

The dove fluttered around, trying to scare the robin away but to no avail.

It even fluttered directly over Mr. Robin, flapping wildly.

Did this work, you ask?

Nope. Mr. Robin just seemed to ignore the interloper.

So the dove gave up and went to the kitty pool down below for his drink while that big fat devil continued to monopolize the fountain.

What occupies YOUR minds during the pandemic, eh?

STYLE

 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.

Two spots on one leg very near to each other and very near to wearing completely through the denim!

I showed them to SWMBO sadly, bemoaning the loss and opining that I'd soon have to have a new pair and agonizing over breaking them in.

So did she put her arm around my shoulders and coo "there, there" to me?

Au contraire!

Instead she said, "A little more wear and you'll be able to ask $150 for those on eBay!"

Holy smokes, what a concept!

I checked around.

She may be right!

And that's why I call her She Who Must Be Obeyed.