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Becky and Lach came to celebrate New Years with me. We lasted until 10:30, Here are pics of our revelry. This might not end here. For future developments, go HERE.
For Bushboy’s Last on the Card.
1. Ackamarackus: What my father used to say every time someone began to play the shakers in Latin music.
2. Anencephalous: What some people accuse a man with tiny feet of also having.
3. Antediluvian: What they call a boy who has finally agreed to give up his Teddy bear.
4. Accismus: The next holiday after a Thanksgiving.
5. Agelast: The woman in a beauty shop whose main job is to put gel in your damp hair before blow-drying it.
6. Arabinose: What they call a Palesitinian man’s large proboscis
7. Antimacassar: What they call a man who curses every time he passes a Macdonald’s Hamburger Spot.
8. Anagrammatic: What Anna became after graduating from college with a degree in English.
9. Aichmophobia: Someone with a dread of pain.
10. Atrabilious: Someone who develops a stomach disorder every time they hear music sung by Ol’ Blue Eyes.
For Fibbing Friday Image by Alamy
Born Lazy
You can have your tennis, your jogging, golf and hiking.
I’d rather spend time coasting while other souls are biking.
You’ll never find my name in the record books of Guinness,
for I don’t excel at basketball or badminton or tennis.
Somehow, nature slighted me when it came to “gameness.”
When asked to participate, I simulate my lameness.
I guess I was born lazy. I simply love my bed.
I pretend not to hear it when the cat yowls to be fed.
When duty calls, I plug my ears and happily roll over.
I find it is more comfortable here in beds of clover.
For My Vivid. Blog, the prompt word is “born.”
Free Saturday
Today’s the day I get to do
exactly what I want to do.
To prowl my yard both up and down
clad only in my sleeping gown.
(The air so brisk, I guess I better
also choose to wear a sweater.)
Drink my morning coffee cold,
do not one thing that I’ve been told
to do. Make not one new appointment,
no sunscreen worn or other ointment.
Merely hang out in the shade,
leave home with no arrangements made.
Perhaps I’ll shop the Christmas fair
or simply walk to get some air.
Run into friends and have some lunch
or simply choose to skip the bunch
and have a sandwich on my own,
to drift wherever I am blown
like the dandelion I tore
out of my planter. Like its spore
I’ll fly off free to create more
adventures than I’d counted on
until my day is finally done.
Unplanned, unplotted and unlisted.
My former behavior resisted.
But first, there is this prompt to do.
I simply have to take a few
photos of new flowers for Cee,
(Well, some for her and some for me.)
An hour ago, I had not any,
but now it seems I have too many.
But, unable to make the call,
I guess I’ll have to post them all!
( I really did take all these photos this morning..yes, in my nightgown. If you look closely, you can see that my plants, too, grow where they want to. Can you find them growing out of nose, eye and ear? Click on photos to enlarge and see detail.)
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, Cee!!!!
For Cee’s FOTD
For Fibbing Friday, the brain teasers this week are:
1. Why is a Pantomime thus called? Because one of her suit cuffs got caught in the lawnmower and pulled off but she still performs her act with one leg bare!
2. Why was the White Rabbit late? Pregnant.
3. What happened when Aladdin rubbed the lamp for the first time? He was double-tasking and ordering a pizza online at the same time so totally wasted his first wish on a pepperoni pizza!! It was, however, an extremely fast delivery.
4. How many ugly sisters were there? No one knew because their habits were veiled back then.
5. What did Jack exchange for the magic beans? Bitcoin.
6. Why do they always shout ‘It’s behind you!!’ Because try as you will, you still can never remember where you keep your wallet!!
7. What was the house in the woods made of that Hansel and Gretel found? S’witches.
8. Who owned The Mirror Mirror on the wall? A stutterer.
9. What was the name of Dick Whittington’s cat? Penileope.
10. Who was Tinkerbell? The town handyman’s girlfriend.
Oh, how I love this prompt!!!!
Photo thanks to Google.
!!!Fragile!!!
Just as I’m becoming less agile,
all of me is turning fragile.
Flesh on flesh and bone on bone,
Nature won’t leave me alone.
Bruise more easily, skin tears easier.
Looking up now makes me queasier.
Can’t be trusted on a ladder.
Larger hips but smaller bladder.
Lips are thinner, bones are brittler.
And suddenly, I’m two inches littler.
If Nature’s bound to fold and shrink me,
Really, now, wouldn’t you think she
could leave me with my height and lips
and do her shrinking around my hips?
The prompt for the Writer’s Workshop was to write about my body as it grows old.
The worst part is losing my best and only glass pizza pan. Like the death of an old friend.
10:06 PM and still no dinner..
For Fibbing Friday, the challenges to lie about are:
1. Who invented Elf on the Shelf? That house-organizer lady you hired to come help you sort out your Xmas decorations.
2. Have you been naughty or nice? Yes.
3. Who or what is The Beast from the East? Can’t remember his name but I’m fairly sure Trump has appointed him to some crucial position.
4. Who was Santa’s Little Helper? Mrs. Santa, before she put on all that weight from taste-testing her Xmas cookies.
5. What is a Yule log? A to-do list. First, yule do this, then this and this and this.
6. What is marzipan? What happens when you gouge a stuck cherry pie out of the pan you baked it in.
7. What is Egg Nog? The condition of your head after drinking too much holiday cheer.
8. Why is there a fairy on the top of the Christmas Tree (be polite!) You are misinformed. That winged creature is an angel, not a fairy. I am “fairyly” sure of that fact.
9. What are baubles? Tongue-tied babblings.
10. What is a tree skirt? When you cut a wide swath around the Christmas tree, fearing you’ll collide with an ornament.
For Fibbing Friday the questions to answer are:
1. Who saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus? Not daddy, that’s for sure!!!
2. All I want for Christmas is for someone else to put the lights up on my tree.
3. Rockin’ around the chain gang.
4. How did Buttons get his name? From his master the tailor.
5. I wish it could be Saturday night in 1963 on a date with my high school boyfriend.
6. Last Christmas, I gave you Covid.
7. Who was the eighth dwarf? Mickey Rooney.
8. Why was Rudolph’s nose red? Minus zero degree temperatures.
9. Why didn’t Cinderella’s glass slipper crack? It was made of polycarbonate glass.
10. Who was the Frog Prince? Louis I de Bourbon
Take 2 Aspirin––
For all the world’s diseases and all life’s little ills
they’ve been inventing medicines, elixirs, syrups, pills.
But those crafty bacteria, viruses and germs
keep running on ahead of us as we come to terms
with ways to counteract them. They’re crafty little mites
who somehow slip inside of us through food or air or bites.
So in spite of all our science—our test tubes and our beakers,
all that malevolent mini-world just don their little sneakers
and keep on evolving a little bit ahead.
Enough to keep us sneezing or roiling in our bed.
The Writers Workshop prompt is “Medications.”
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