What happens when the rubber duckie is replaced by a visitor? The thought is too frightening to comprehend.
Category: Illustration Friday
It’s summer time in Indiana and the bugs seem to find windshields like a moth to a flame.
If a but sees a windshield coming at fifty-five miles an hour, I’m assuming that would be an emergency!
The word, “missing,” reminded me how proud I was when I lost my baby teeth.
It was cute to see my kids go through this ritual. Now my daughter needs braces. Brace for financial impact, Mr. Sulu!
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Illustration Friday: Moon
I’ve been to a bowling alley where they offer cosmic bowling. It’s when the disco and black lights come out.
The man on the moon looks more like a bowling ball, to me. That’s what cosmic bowling will do to you.
Does anybody still serenade? What about a poem on a midsummer’s night?
It has to be a good poem. something that sparks romance, yet is harmless enough so it doesn’t inspire the dad to call the dogs on you.
Ah romance! I think I’ll go read a James Whitcomb Riley poem.