MARCH

 For once the Weather Gods were correct.

Remember the old expression, March comes in like a lion, goes out like a lamb.

This is how my ARIZONA neighborhood looks this morning, on the second day of March.

That last shot shows the tracks of a "poor kitty" looking for someplace warm and dry.

I can't wait for the end of March and a departure "like a lamb".

WEATHER REPORT

 Prescott Valley, Arizona - 5,055 feet above sea level

A wee bit of snow on rooftops and in shady areas this morning.

More snow predicted throughout the middle of the day and into the evening hours, turning to snow showers late.

Tomorrow generally sunny.

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