We have had several lady beetles and stink bugs get into out house over the past couple of months – much to the cats delight. (Note: I have always called them lady bugs but now that I work for an entomologist, I have learned that the correct term is lady beetle.🐞) Recently, the cats kept staring at the kitchen cabinet; I assumed there was a bug but I couldn’t find anything. Finally, Kenn got involved with the search. It turned out that there was no bug – there was a bat in cabinet. This is the second time we’ve had a bat in the cabinet. In both instances, the bat has been removed and released outside. Now to figure out how they keep getting in!
Several years ago I became the proud owner of a set of cat butt magnets which still decorate my fridge until this day. Thanks to a random Amazon recommendation, I found the superhero cat butt magnets shown above in my Christmas stocking. I think they are hysterical; the Hulk and Iron Man are my particular favorites. I also have no idea why Batman is the sole DC representative amongst this collection of Marvel superheroes.🤷♀️Our fridge is quite… eclectic.
My part-time job is at an agricultural center. Our work trucks can really take a beating because when we say we’re “in the field”, it’s a literal field (or grove, or orchard). I had to laugh earlier this week when I noticed at least two of the trucks have grass growing in their grills.😂 To paraphrase Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park, “life found a way”.
Marsha’s Vineyard, not to be confused with the better known Martha’s Vineyard. (What a difference one letter can make.😂) We came across this gem a few years ago on our way to Atlanta to purchase a gift from Ikea. ($200+ shipping? No thanks!) There are a couple of locations on the interstate where traffic always backs up so we decided to take back roads for a bit and there it was… Marsha’s Vineyard. I found this absolutely hysterical – complete with tears of laughter running down my cheeks. Kenn not so much; I think he thought the Christmas stress was getting to me. Oh well, hopefully someone else out there will find this amusing too. Happy Friday!
Sometimes Bear sits and thinks, sometimes he just sits.
I have never been an Anglophile or royal watcher. However, I have always loved corgis and appreciated the late Queen’s obvious love for her dogs. I saw this mug in a catalog (one of the many I receive this time of year) and had a complete giggle fit. I was over the moon when Kenn gifted me the mug for my birthday; it makes me smile every time I use it.😊
I was saddened to learn of the death of Gallagher, an American comedian, on November, 11th. Why am I starting a Friday Funnies post by talking about a death? Because I have a lot of good memories associated with Gallagher, that’s why. And, as a man who made his living making people laugh, I tend to think that is how he would like to be remembered. Gallagher was at the height of his popularity in the 1980s and was probably best known for his “Sledge-O-Matic” routine which involved him smashing watermelons and a myriad of other items with a sledgehammer. Anyone in the front rows of a Gallagher show was guaranteed to get splattered with something.
Kenn and I were both Gallagher fans which is unusual in that there are very few comedians I like. We even went to a Gallagher show at one of the Atlanta amphitheaters back in his heyday. However, since we were in the nosebleed seats we were in zero danger of getting splattered. (This is also amazing in that Kenn does not like crowds so he’s not a fan of concerts, etc. but he easily agreed to go this show.) However, that changed in 2008. By then, Gallagher’s heyday had passed but he was still touring and had a show at a small historical theater the next town over. Of course we were there with bells on and quickly secured front row seats. I was wearing my rain jacket, thoroughly prepared to get splattered.
However, it got even better! Gallagher gave all of us with November birthdays the opportunity to get on stage with him during the Sledge-O-Matic portion of the show. Needless to say, I took him up on that offer. Y’all, it was so. much. fun! I had chocolate sauce and other schmutz in my hair (and everywhere else) and would have done it again in a heartbeat. Seriously, this is high on my list of Most Fun Things I’ve Done.
It took a while to wash off the debris but it was totally worth it. And it’s not just Gallagher shows; I’m also the one who sits in the splash zone at Sea World while Kenn heads for the farthest seat he can find, LOL.
So, are you a “sit in the splash zone” type or would you be with Kenn, watching from a distance?
Guess who? Yep, it’s Bear! A couple of days ago while I was getting ready for work, he kept running up to me and yelling. Of course, like any good cat owner (or cat owned) I kept asking “What? What’s wrong?” When his meows didn’t get through to me he decided it was necessary to put his words into action. I exited the walk-in closet to find Bear on the highest point in the master bedroom – on top of the jewelry box on top of the dresser – with his nose pointing at the bug on the ceiling. To his great dismay, I made him get down without getting the bug for him. He somehow managed to deal with his heartbreak – mainly by stalking the bug from the floor as it journeyed across the ceiling.
On another note, you also get to see the mess on top of my dresser. I repeatedly clean the dresser and tell myself that I’m not going to cover it with stuff again and yet I always do. Oh, well…
Yes, Bear is back for another Friday Funnies. What can I say? He likes his time in the spotlight.😹 Bear’s favorite toys are fuzzy balls; he’s kind of obsessed with them. He carries them all over the house, shoves them under doors and furniture just so he can try to get them back. One of the only places he can’t reach is when his toy has gone into the depths of the opening between the fridge and the cabinet. He has us well trained. We’ve learned that when he assumes this position, we need to grab the yardstick and retrieve his lost ball for him. Apparently, we are now supposed to get the ball even when it is within paw’s reach. I guess the saying is true – “Dogs have owners, cats have staff”.