Bass Ackwards, perhaps?

I'd noticed the roadside placards a while back and had a "Huh?" moment.

These are on the left. No matter which way you read 'em they're wrong. Plain wrong.

The guffaws of laughter hit when I saw the name of the organization responsible. On the right. Lower down....

I defy you not to laugh! :-)

Nope. Certainly didn't see that coming....

Couldn't resist finishing the work day with a loll on the air matress while reading a tremendous book on my Kindle - knowing full well the risks and dangers of water-plus-electronics.

Bugger.

Need I say anything more? Hmmm, thought not. :-(

This WAS really funny

"The sexual position, more commonly known as 69, will now be known as 96. Due to the economy, it now costs more to eat out than it used to." Rusty Thomas

funny, that is, until I texted it to the wrong person. I think I want to die right now....

No, Seriously...

The guy in front of me at the Pharmacy was complaining that the pills he'd been prescribed were large and hard to get down.

Don't know how the girl behind the counter kept a straight face when she courteously advised him that they were actually suppositories.

Dear IRS. The dog ate my paperwork.

Really.

As if it weren't clear as to why I have this blog, perhaps this will suffice to convince that goings-on in my life truly do regularly enter the realms of the bizarre and incredible.

Got a filing extension last week and was putting stuff together for an appointment with the CPA. All the paperwork was in a neat pile on the floor.

Phone rang, so I stepped away. Upon my return, the damned dog was chewing away quite happily.

AAAARGH!!!!!

Only in The Deep South. I hope!

The Podiatrist (pronounced "Po-Dah-trist") who just diagnosed the plantar wart on my foot, gave me some ointment to apply daily with a Q-Tip and to then seal it with duct tape.

Duct Tape?

Are you kidding me?

No. Wait. We're in The Deep South, aren't we. Duct Tape truly IS used for everything.

Don't Leash Me, Bro!

Coco the stray came to live with us recently. No luck on finding her owners, and my sentiment that she'd been dumped in a niceish area so someone would take her in is probably pretty accurate.

Anyway, with the assistance and co-operation of Greg & Sheri, she's now resident. Love it! She is just the most gorgeous dog! Skittish at times, but overall a lovely temperament and has the softest coat going. It's great to sit and type or watch tv with her within petting reach.

She has an interesting quirk which didn't reveal itself until Jane and I took her to the vet the other week to get her checked out and to look for an embedded chip (negative on that).

the moment a leash was put on, she hit the floor and stayed there. Her look said "Seriously? You know I'm not going to co-operate, don't you? Why bother?". Jane won that victory by the grace of polished hardwood floors, with me dying laughing and capturing the moment for posterity on my phone's camera.

The next weekend Grace was with me and I set her up, knowing full well what was coming:

"Grace, would you like to take Coco for a walk?".

Wasn't going to happen. No way, no how! 65lb child doesn't not win against 70lb dog that doesn't wish to comply.

Instead of working out as planned, Coco took off at a run with Grace hanging on for dear life.

The climax was Coco more or less saying "OK, I'll cut you some slack. Try this:" and laid down bearing her tummy. "C'mon", she seemed to be saying. "You know this is a much better idea, don't you?".

:-)