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Sunday, March 20, 2016

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Sunday, February 16, 2014

freaking Sunday overload

Boom! A plethora of whack;
click on ridiculous cartoons to extend up and down in a greatly appreciated way.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

snowy Sunday for the birds

you Must!

click on pics to intensify outstounding bigginess

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thanksgiving 'toons. Gobble gobble!

Click on pics to greatly enormify!!!

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Sundays are for football... and Funnies!

as always, click on pics to escalate into hugeness!

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Funnin' on a Sunday!

Here comes Fall,
pretending to be winter already!

Click on pics to grow tremendously!

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Another visit to Willow's Annual Manor Ball

Oh my, another year is passing swiftly by - indeed, there is snow in the forecast this week. I see the American Gums are changing from green to yellow to a forest blazing orange. I'll be unpacking my long sleeve shirts and airing out some sweaters. Willow, I'm sure, has her wooly socks inventoried for the long winter.

It is time for Willow's Ball! So for tonight, hang the coats. It's tails and pearls all the way. I'm not much for dressing up, but my date this year is a bit more substantial than those legs I brought along last year. Well, I asked that lady who paints all the fancy coral florescent green and yellow at the thrift shop, but she said this was the night she normally washed her hair. A little disheartened I turned over the duty to Dinosaur Hand.

Dino is pretty damned excited; he's decided to come to the ball as Senor Wences. Of course, this isn't a costume party, but we'll let him have his fun. S'all right?

Dinosaur Hand is quite enamored by a sequined glove. A hand wants what a hand wants, so there you go. Sally, I think, is her name. Sally and Samantha. They're twins. Oh my!

why so dour? Let's to the Ball

the birds are ready for their dance

Well, then. Awesome... I'll see you today at the manor after the long drive through the woods and over the Scioto. This year I won't make the mistake of giving the wheel to Dinosaur Hand. We'll actually use the bridge!

Addendum: Dinosaur Hand found that bottle of Dom Perpignan (oh, don't make such a face, it's almost as good as the other stuff) that he and Kevin Costner dug up in the desert way back in 1985.

I noticed the bottle was a little dusty, so we stopped in at the little cigar shop that's leaning over into the river to get some paper towels. Those were two by fours holding it up! Why has Tess never mentioned it, and why didn't the Scioto just swallow it up during the last big rain? Anyway, we parked the red tracker and entered the shop and back in a dark corner filled with cobwebs and a creaky old card table were five shadowy figures.

potato eaters by van gogh

Dinosaur Hand crept closer and one woman crept off to refill the teapot. The others turned to us and transformed into beautiful flappers, all except Stevie Nicks who prefers black capes. The other three were Samantha Stevens, Barbara Eden, and Cher. They were playing Haiku Wars and it all looked liked some weird form of Dogs Playing Poker, mostly because they all had tiny cats sitting atop their heads and pirate booty was heaped on the table.

Long story short, Stevie Nicks is coming along as my date, but she's been shouting since the midnight hour, so don't expect her to be singing Rhiannon anytime soon. Dinosaur Hand though is known to spin a lyric or two, especially after he dips a finger into his wine glass.

See you soon!