THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Sorry, Starbucks.

Well, Gentle Readers, it is Friday once again and time for uncontrolled hilarity.

I think we'll devote this week's session of fun and frolic to The Little Woman, which is what the feminine gender used to be called by their Lords and Masters.

In days gone by.

Not today.

Take a look.

So there you have it.

Now I want you all to rendezvous for a romantic rapprochement, resurrecting your relationship with your resident royal ruler, with no rebellion, only ribald resonance.

In other words, have a great weekend and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(Oops)

FACEOFF

IT'S ALL GREEK TO ME

The BRD and her Beau Jack returned from two weeks in Greece Monday and are slowly recovering from the effects of jet lag.

Greece is 10 hours ahead of Arizona so you can sympathize.

Today Jack sent over this photo, taken at what appears to be a fairly liquid lunch on the island of Santorini.

The participants (l to r) are Jack's son Jeremy, Jack, Gayle (the BRD), and Jeremy's wife Marina.

Fun in the sun!

STILL BLUE HERE

Mostly.

He's certainly blue.

 

Spooked and preparing for take-off.

FROM THE AUTUMN OF MY YEARS

Another seasonal change . . .

Happy Autumn, everyone!

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

I don't dance like that anymore.

Actually I never danced like that.

But these days I have less energy than I did years ago.

Why?

That may be it.

But nevertheless I shall live up to my duties, Gentle Readers, and try to bring smiles to your faces.

Let us begin, shall we?

But enough!

My ministration now is for you and all your minions to enjoy a monstrous, melodramatized, musical weekend full of mirth and miracles, minus any melees.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(oh dear)

A VISITOR FROM THE TRIASSIC ERA

I spotted this grasshopper on a distant wall yesterday and scurried in for my camera.

He was about 2 to 3 inches long, a huge hopper.

He waited patiently for me to finish photographing him.

I used my photo editor to rotate the above picture to give you a better look at this rascal whose family dates back 250 million years, the oldest living chewing herbivores.

He appears to be a well-armored fighting machine.

Brrrrrr.