THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

All right, Gentle Readers, let's get down to it.

It's the last week until Thanksgiving.

Or, if you prefer to be Political Correct, Friendsgiving.

Whichever you choose, it's a great day for eating.

For dining.

For scarummphing.

And a sad day for our poor avian friends, the turkeys.

But look at this way, if Benjamin Franklin had had his way, we'd be scarfing up eagles!

So spare them no pity.

Just dig in and enjoy yourselves.

Except if you're the poor woman who has to prepare all of that food.

And that is it, my friends.

I gave you a choice.

Turkey or soup.

Or maybe, a few days later . . turkey soup.

With pepperoni!

All right, enough.

Let's all contrive a celebratory, calm and carismatic weekend before the cacophonous day of capricious craving ahead.

And always, remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

PICTURE THAT

 

AGING

 

TREPIDATION

 

GOOD LUCK

 

ARMORED

 

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Hello again, fellow sufferers.

I was thinking how to do the funnies today and I thought maybe I'd just put up a list of the new job nominees in Washington.

But then I thought, "Yeah, it's a clown car but if they actually get confirmed . . . ."

So I'm just gonna kick off this week's edition of the Cartoon Carnival with this.

As always, the Trekkies have the penultimate words.

And the head-scratching, eye-rolling, pain-groaning reactions.

So, Gentle Readers, now that I've brightened your day, keep grinning and carry it on and into and through a Spectacular Weekend.

And always keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . uh, oh, I sense danger ahead . . . )