Candy, cookies, cake, they are everywhere this time of year. Just ask Santa. If we were wise, we’d have abstained from the goodies for a few weeks prior to the holidays. Instead we’ll all eat too much, enjoy ourselves and “pay the piper” later. There will be plenty of exercise shoveling snow in January. Those of you living in warmer climes will have to jog instead.
I'll have just one more piece of cake. I think my suspenders can take the strain.
There’s “comfortable” and then there’s this fellow. I suppose, while relaxing around the house, appearance doesn’t really matter (as long as you live alone). However, when it delves into the realm of a walking germ factory, it may have gone too far.
I can’t even go to the hardware store without changing from my work clothes. I know that if I ever went out looking like a slob, it would be the day I end up on TV.
I wore a tie, once.
One minute you’re grabbing a sabertooth tiger by the tail, the next you’re lying in a batch of prehistoric poison ivy.
Quick someone invent camomile lotion!
This is from a small sketchbook and the blurry area at the top of the image is where the page folds into the binding.
Our dog is getting on, she’s over 17 in human years which is supposed to be roughly 109 for a dog. She sleeps a lot more these days but is up and in the kitchen at the first sign of food. And she can still show the cats who’s boss.
Wake me when breakfast is ready.
My neighbor has little dogs. I’ve come to the conclusion that they must be capable of mind control. How a normally sane, intelligent human can suddenly drift into spewing saccharin sobriquets is a sight to see. The dogs are having a ball. “Hey, Bob, watch this, I’ll make her sound like a driveling idiot.”
We recently saw “All Creatures Great and Small” for the first time in many years. Exceptionally well-acted and worth a try. One of the recurring characters is Mrs. Pomfrey, a wealthy widow who dotes on her Pekinese, “Tricky Woo.” A perfect example of the grey cell sucking power of the family pet.
Don't try to resist, I am now in control of your mind!
In England, when someone is given the cold shoulder, they are “sent to Coventry.” On one of my trips to the Shrewsbury International Cartoon Festival, I asked a local to explain where that saying came from. The nearest thing to an answer was that Cromwell sent Royalist prisoners there, where they were shunned by the locals. Here’s a more detailed explanation.
On his way.
Working on a car today and I needed a special socket. Drove over to what was the last of the independent auto parts stores in my neighborhood. And, they didn’t have what I needed. As a matter of fact, they didn’t have anything even close. As is the way of things, they have recently been bought up by a national chain. What this means is you’ll be able to find the most common part for the most common vehicle and absolutely nothing else. I’m not talking weird bits for some of my rather unusual cars but, in this case, a socket for a GM car. The same socket that fits almost every GM car for approximately the last thirty years. Chains bring down the prices for certain things, but as anyone that has shopped in Walmart, Kmart, Home Depot and Loew’s knows, they rarely have what you really need. One day, someone will have the bright idea to bring back the independent storekeeper, who knows everything and has everything. I’d be happy to pay more.
Just like the auto parts store, this car is not quite what it seems (sort of a Jaguar but not really).
It’s that time of year again. The time when we forget that our innocent little children aren’t so innocent. They wrap us around their little fingers with hints and pleas for that special present. Making impossible promises of good behavior that disappear the minute the wrapping comes off. What a great time!
Can I please have a pterodactyl? Please! I'll feed it and walk it and change it's litter box . . . please!
Working on the house again. The place needed a lot of work when we bought it and we’ve been constantly replacing, changing, and repairing. The problem lies in the fact that just about every room is in some state of construction. This means that tools get shuffled around and disappear. Tonight I realized that I spend more time looking for stuff then actually getting anything accomplished. It’s especially galling when the tool you’re looking for is under the pile you made while searching for it.
Outfoxed again.
What used to be a sign of welcome is now, to some, a dreaded decision. Do I shake hands and risk infection or do I refuse and risk causing ill feelings? You almost want to cover your hands in sanitizer and then shake. We have to wonder if we’re all becoming a little too like poor Howard Hughes in his later years.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Little does he know I just sneezed without a handkerchief!