WHAT A DAY!

 Oh, my, I remember it well.

Well, maybe not so well.

Back in the day, I used to consume a moderate(ly large) amount of a weird coffee liqueur known as Kahlua.

It was sweet.

It was tasty.

It was good.

It was good over ice cream.

It was good mixed with cream in a cup.

It was just damned good.

And guess what I found out.

Today is National Kahlua Day!

Really!

You could do it like Jeff Bridges in the movie "The Big Lebowski" and make a simple White Russian.

Or you could make . . . a . . .

Oh hell, I'm going to the bar.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Well, I guess winter isn't through with us yet.

We've got snow out there again.

But I'm refraining.

No more post titles like "It's S'no Fun" or "Drifting Along" or "Celestial Dandruff" or "Bank Up Your Problems".

Nope.

No more punny post titles like that for me, ever again.

Instead, I'm giving you some truly intellectual memes and cartoons and jokes and humor today.

So, let's get started.

And remember, no puns anymore.

So there you go.

No puns, right?

Whaaaaatttt?

Okay, so I lied.

Maybe I'll run for Congress.

Oh, no, I also promised awhile back that I wouldn't do any politics either.

Well, what can I say except that I wish you and yours an extravagantly wonderful weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Now for the cat who NEVER commits "pun-itry".

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(. . . oh no . . .)

PAST GLORIES RE-LIVED . . . AGAIN

 Yesterday, as promised, a handful of former colleagues and friends gathered once more at the Pie Place, i.e. the Rock Springs Cafe.

There were the once young, then those older and then a couple of the really old.

The ages ranged from 67 to 86, those two in the middle being the ones at the high end.

I will show you the requisite photo of the attendees now.

From left to right they are Rick DeBruhl, Wally Athey, Karl Kindberg, my ownself, Carol Lynde, and Steve Torbeck.

Others were invited but for a variety of reasons were unable to attend.

Scandalous and hilarious tales were told, much laughter abounded, memories of those who have gone on into the haze of time were renewed.

Food was consumed though, oddly for this group of former revelers, no alcohol made itself known.

All in all a rather calm Mardi Gras/Fat Tuesday assemblage.

Not for all, I gather.

EAT UP!

 Today is Mardi Gras.

Or Fat Tuesday.

Or Pancake Tuesday.

Or Shrove Tuesday.

Whatever you call it, if you observe these kinds of things, it's a day to pig out because tomorrow the Christian period of Lent begins.

Lent means giving up stuff.

Stuff like chocolate and wine and for one particular friend of mine: cheeseburgers.

I'm going off to the Pie Place to have lunch with a group of friends and former colleagues.

Not as any observation of anything connected with Lent, it just happened to be on this day.

Now my beloved SWMBO doesn't observe this period of "wanting" either but she did prepare a delicious meal the other day that could have been served to the observant today.

It was a delicious bacon-topped pork roast with an orange marmalade glaze.

Hungry yet?

Well, don't let me stop you.

If you want to "pig out" today, have at it.

ANOTHER HOLIDAY

 

FAMILY HUMOR

 When I think about my sense of humor I think it must have come from my parents.

I can remember listening to radio programs such as "The Great Gildersleeve" with them, as well as "Amos and Andy" and "Jack Benny".

Dad did a wonderful rendition of Harold Peary's raucous, rolling  Gildersleeve laugh.

But way, way back . . before either my older brother or I had been born . . Mom and Dad obviously had fun during their courting days.

Anyone who says the early 20th Century was dominated by stern, serious men and women obviously never met my parents.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Oh, it's warming up.

Here it is 7:30 and already it's 19 degrees (F).

Well, yesterday it was 10!

And they say this is Arizona, where the birds fly backwards to keep the sun out of their eyes.

Well, you have to have a sense of humor, right?

Aha!

Well since it's Friday, let's see how many of y'all have a sense of humor/humour. 

Pick your favorite spelling.

Or is that favourite?

Yikes!

All right if your roaring, laughing, chuckling or even smiling . . you're okay.

You have a sense of humor.

Now let's really put ourselves out for the next couple of days to have a stupendous (or at least pleasant) weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . .

(. . . oh, yes sir . . .)