To be . .
Oops, I forgot.
Maybe the rough night conditioned by forgetting to take my bedtime pills until 3:30 this morning caused it.
But Wacky Wally reminded me so, with a slightly red face, here we go.
Now stop the groaning.
If at least one of those didn't get a smile from you then you're not normal.
'Course, whoever said I was normal!
Listen up now, have an elegant, lively, lovely, lackadaisical, non-lethargic weekend, loaded with lavish lampoonery in your leisure time.
And always remember to keep laughing!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
(Uh-oh, NOW who's not normal?)
Regular followers of Oddball Observations will know that I spent 30-some-years in broadcast journalism, otherwise known as The News Biz.
But you probably don't realize that my wife, here known as SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed), was and is an avid follower of the news.
As proof on this ThrowBack Thursday I present photographic evidence.
"Stop talking to me . . I'm reading!"
I had to get gasoline in my car yesterday and decided on a whim to visit the Urban Lakes Forest Park to get some photographs of the water.
What I found instead confounded me for awhile.
Oh yes it is.
It's Friday once again.
The day when you put all your troubles aside and enjoy the Friday Funnies.
Shall we begin?
A few years ago, I was living across town when a little winter storm blew through.
I was retired so the blue birdbath suffered the most, I think.
This was the view in the front of the house.
We are far from the California wildfires but the smoke has drifted east.
This was our sunset last night.