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”.
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.😊
We prefer to stop at travel centers such as Love’s, etc. when we are on the road. Naturally, the signs for “Mom approved restrooms” at the Sapp Bros. travel center in Wyoming caught our attention and the reality did not disappoint. Around here, folks make a big deal about Buc-ees; in my opinion, Buc-ees doesn’t hold a candle to Sapp Bros.
For the first time, Kenn planted a small garden this year. Some things didn’t do very well, but we did get a few bell peppers and the tomatoes are still coming in. However, we’ve learned the hard way that we can’t leave tomatoes sitting on the kitchen counter to finish ripening. Nyx, our black cat, has a weird obsession with them. Any tomato left unguarded will, at the very least, develop teeth marks – if it doesn’t completely disappear.
Earlier this week I showered while Kenn cooked supper. When I came downstairs to set the table, etc. he told me that he’d brought in three tomatoes. He turned his back for a minute and all three were gone. He managed to find two of them (one was in the garbage disposal) but one was still missing in action. I didn’t find the third one until I went downstairs to play video games. The remains of the third tomato were at the base of the stairs.
Our cats definitely keep life interesting, LOL!
My closet rod has seen some things, y’all.
I think the time has come for a new song in the vein of Queen’s classic, Fat Bottomed Girls. The new song should be titled Large Headed Ladies and I volunteer to star in the music video. I look in the mirror and I see a normal, average human being. However, looks can be deceiving and I’m apparently a living chibi or Funko Pop. (Both are characters with large heads.) I generally don’t wear hats for the simple reason that most don’t fit. One size fits all? Ha! Not hardly. Between a large head and extremely thick hair, most “one size” hats just perch precariously on top of my head.
During our visit to Wall Drug, we found a western wear store that sold hats that came in (gasp!) actual sizes. Since that day, I have been the proud owner of a genuine Stetson cowboy hat.
When I started my part-time job, I needed a sun hat. It took two attempts to find the one pictured in the linked post. I bought the first hat based on a Facebook ad with reviews which mentioned the hat fitting larger heads. Ha! It was so small I gave it to my nine year old grandson. Fortunately, the next hat was a success. Not only does it fit, but the vivid orange makes me easy to find when I’m working out in the orchards.
The most recent hurdle has been trying to find a bicycle helmet. Several months ago, Kenn purchased collapsible bikes for us to take with us when we camp. Sadly, we have yet to use them. We decided a few weeks ago to remedy that situation but that meant finding helmets. Of course it was a cinch for Kenn but for me, not so much. I carefully measured my head and made sure to purchase an appropriately sized helmet. Guess what? It didn’t fit. 🤦♀️ So, it was back to the drawing board. Thank goodness for LtMacDaddy and his amazing Amazon review. I purchased the same helmet and he is correct; the helmet also fits my fat head!
It’s a shame that adults don’t get to wear sparkly multi-colored helmets like kids do. (I’d wear a unicorn helmet in a heartbeat.) While the red is nice, it’s boring. I may apply a coat of my Lisa Frank nail polish to give it a little sparkle. Another downside to owning a red and black helmet as a resident of the state of Georgia is that it will be assumed to have been chosen in support of the University of Georgia Bulldogs. Spoiler alert: it was not and I am not a Bulldogs (or any other team) fan.
So, are you a member of the Large Head Club? If not, what is it like to be able to purchase hats off the rack (so to speak)?
The KOA Holiday we stayed at in Manchester, TN had lots of cute/interesting “statues” scattered in and near the woods lining the walking trail. I almost missed these brightly colored ants. Always remember to look up!