If you cannot still your tongue and it tends to flutter, my remedy’s a sandwich of bread and peanut butter. It is the perfect cure-all. If your problem is your stuttering, it quickly turns your dialogue into a slower muttering. And if your daily habit is reorganizing clutter, a palate full of pb gives a different way to putter.
Although you may be jealous that I have a sure solution for stuttering and puttering, please grant me absolution. Don’t hold my thoughts against me as I offer resolution to problems such as famine, global warming and pollution, then give my sure-fire remedy for war and revolution. I simply cannot help that I’m ahead in evolution!
I tend to wax nostalgic when I think of all the times I’ve solved our planet’s problems within my daily rhymes, for as I view predicaments in all the different climes— political maneuverings and other selfish crimes— all the foolish misdeeds best abandoned in our primes— I feel I owe it to the world to dish out paradigms!!!
If my constant words of wisdom set your stomachs churning, cause regret to fill your minds and set your eyes to burning, if you reject solutions, thereby all my wisdom spurning, considering “unfollowing” and never once returning, please reconsider doing so. Try being more discerning. And let me be your guru—your font of further learning!!!
Earlier today, I wrote about an inventive new idea I have recently had concerning a new concept in cat food. If you didn’t read that post, you can do so HERE.Since that time, I have actually developed the concept, designed a label and gone into production. There is still some time to invest in what I’m sure will be a competitive product on the cat food market. Just the first of a line that will eventually also include squirrel, garter snake, rat, lizard and cockroach flavors. Here is the inaugural product:
The neighbor’s goulash party was a yearly hit, but as the new guy on the block, he’d never been to it. And though he was a clothes horse—stylish, svelt and cool,
he wasn’t very good at spelling, as a rule.
So when he was invited for a goulash blast, he didn’t know the party was for a mere repast. Now here he was, dressed in his sheet, feeling pretty foolish when no other party-goers showed up looking ghoulish.
You’ve shown us through your policies as well as how you feed
that the only real emotion you experience is greed.
Everything you come upon you brand with the name “Trump,”
Yet lack of compassion still labels you a chump.
In all your machinations, you attempt to spin the pulley.
Like other gleeful little boys, you have to play the bully.
What you have written on the world is not, Sir, what will last.
The image history makes of you you have no power to cast
unless it’s by your actions, and it’s clear what they have been.
How many evil actions have you endorsed with your pen?
Those fed their pablum with golden spoons may not develop empathy,
but that’s no reason why they couldn’t exercise some sympathy.
Things Donald Trump has named after himself: (Thanks, Wiki.)
The prompt word today is sympathy. (Donald Trump during Launch of Trump Steaks at The Sharper Image at The Sharper Image in New York City, New York, United States. (Photo by Stephen Lovekin/WireImage for Hill & Knowlton)
If a kiss were legal tender I know those of either gender who in the midst of a big bender would be labeled a big spender. And though they’re comely, fit and slender, and may have many a staunch defender, if I’m looking for a lender, I’d prefer a less-used vendor.
Lake Taco and Car Wash is onto a good idea. As cars wait their turn to be washed, their owners can dine in the attached palapa restaurant. They had some good offerings for the main course and if the specials of the day, seen here, didn’t tickle our palates, we could always order off the menu. We balked, however, at the dessert:
The resident friendly cat rubbed up against our legs, assuring us she could finish any dessert leftovers, but still we demurred. “Then how about the shrimp burger?” she purred. It was beef hamburgers for us, all around. We skipped dessert.
I absolutely love this photo. The tables in this little cafe are actually set up on the side of the street, as you can see. I saw the milk truck coming and could see that its rear-vision side mirror was way too wide for comfort. The waitress saw this at the same time and sprinted for the table to take down the umbrella. For once, I was successful in getting my camera out in time. I should learn to wear it around my neck, because every day there are so many photo opportunities that I miss. Got this one, though!!!
Since I leave tomorrow to go back to Mexico, I must avail myself of the opportunity to photograph the elastic face of Forgottenman, nee Big Duck, as much as I can. Here, he first reveals his confusion over how to choose from the varied menu at Perkins, then reflects on whether he made the correct choice, glories smugly over the fact that he believes he has, then fondly remembers meals of his past before just trying to adopt his intellectual pose and failing completely. At any rate, all poses are adorable, and I do appreciate his role of chauffeur in driving me all over six different states to visit friends and relatives. No greater love than to do the driving while I catch up on my blogging!
If you’d like to enjoy an even more detailed view of his countenance, click on the first photo to enlarge them all. Lucky you.
The color prompt for Nancy’s Weekly photo challenge is “Blue” this week.