Chicken Bag Is Watching You

 

 

Does this handbag's steely gaze serve to disarm would-be snatchers? Regardless, it's another adorable handbag-shaped-like-an-animal, second in what is now a series here. (It doesn't take much.)
Let us see if Chicken Bag will be as popular as my most-often-stolen-and-shared photo, Golden Weiner Dog...

Gruesome Fun

Looks like the kids next door have already gotten this season's hot new toy, Decapitate Me Elmo!

Thanks For Pointing That Out!

You know you're in California when even the traffic signals direct your attention to the natural wonders surrounding you.

In The Dressing Room

I haven't come across this before. Is it softer than grownup camel-hair? Are we running out of angora? Is this from farm-raised camels? What if I took the sweater home and it spit at my other sweaters, could I return it? Too many questions. I put it back.

Pointless

The March March March has been undertaken undertaken (almost) every year since 1979, by people in the town of March, in Cambridgeshire, for no reason other than to refer to it as the March March March.

Recommended For You

For a good time, visit That Is Priceless, because I promise you, you will laugh.

Unfortunate Layout, That...

...skimming the headlines of the Sunday magazine supplement....

Hometown Couple

Couples from all over the globe come to visit Niagara Falls. What about the ones who live and work on the river's edge?

Theirs is a poignant story. She (or is it he?) stands immobile on the esplanade, around the clock. During the day, surrounded by throngs of footloose folk, she looks where they look, and she envies their freedom of movement. Through the small hours of the night, she gazes at the falls (or the restaurant, or the hotel, or in whichever direction the last tourist has left her pointing...)

She waits, she lives, for the dawn, when her True Love arrives, driven by that nice man in the raincoat, who always finds a reason to park, thus giving this local couple a few tender moments alone in the early morning mist. (sigh) It really is the most romantic place.

Olivia's Spring Break

So, guess who stowed away in Ken's carry-on when he went to Florida last week?

The little girl had to be in the center of the action.

Olivia tried some extreme sports while down south......although the sailing lessons didn't go well...

She had a great time hanging out by the pool, enjoying the flowers...

...and relaxing in the shade.

In the evening she hung out, goofing around with the guys. Here she is posing with Ken as though she's got Daffy Duck on the end of her fishing pole. What a stitch!

Of course, spring break came to an end, as all things do, but the memories would be there forever.

Spring Bridal Accessories

Nothing sets off a bride's gown like the perfect accessory. But face it, everyone on the list of banns is gonna be wearing Grandma's necklace down the aisle. If you want to stand out from the crowd in June, nix the tired old idea of heirloom jewelry, and hit the dollar bins at your local Tar-jhay for a Bridal Shot Glass Necklace!
(Of course, as the warning here in the lower right corner indicates, this item won't be appropriate for all brides:)

Design Worth A Look

Take two minutes to visit the product page of Hema, a Dutch department store. Just go to the page and wait four or five seconds. You don't have to click anything. Just go, wait, smile, laugh, and remember this guy.

A Happy New Year (With Cats!)

It was a sunny, freezing cold New Year's day, which we spent, for the most part, reading. I did make a field trip in the late afternoon to refresh the troops at Maison des Chats. Surprised not to be greeted at the door by Legs, I soon found out why; he was still recovering from his last night's celebration:
(okay, really he just likes to watch the water go down)

Molly was unperturbed by my presence, and remained immobile on her makeshift throne.

While Clark, the determined one, was in the basement keeping his New Year's resolution to spend more time with the spinning machine:

Spirit Photography

As I was sorting through photos I came across this remarkable image. I mean, I've always known these two are a coupla really great people, but ...can anyone else see the haloes floating a short distance above their heads? Who'da thought??

The Golden Weiner Dog

Is this the cutest handbag on the planet? Very possibly.

Alien Invasion

Aliens landed in my yard. Well, just the one. And I knew his home planet was the yard next door, so I just threw him back. Sorry, guy, but it's just too darn hot to play hackysack today. Go find another Deadhead.

Inviting The Usual Suspects?

I don't think I'll attend any catered barbecues this summer. Just to be on the safe side.

Recipe For Disaster

You can't believe everything you read on the safety seal of your mayonnaise jar. Let me save you all a lot of disappointment by telling you now that a shatterproof jar, while it is indeed convenient, does NOT, in fact, make a great salad.

Spring Migration

The migratory path of the plastic garden flamingo (flamingus suburbanus petroleumus) begins here, in a dark cave in Garagistan, where they have hibernated peacefully all through the long, cold winter. The unique position of the cave's only opening admits no light until the earth's axis tilts just so, and the first rays of the spring sun shine through it and awaken the salmon-colored slumberers from their seasonal nap. As their eyes become accustomed to the crepuscular light and they survey their surroundings, they experience an urge to undertake a migratory journey, spurred on by the slowly dawning realization that they are sharing this cave with a cat. And, they are...birds. So it is they ready themselves for their yearly trek, which will take them many thousands of inches away from here. Their journey begins.

Danger Along the Way

"No, Bob! Don't move!! It's quicksand!!!"
The oasis had seemed a welcoming place, as oases are wont to do. Filled with grasses and fruits and not-too-stagnant pools of water, it beckoned to the road-weary three, who fed and refreshed themselves, capering joyously about, just having a bit of fun....when suddenly, disaster struck!

Too late the travelers realized the hidden danger, as Bob made a near-fatal misstep and was quickly sucked into the deathgrip of a quicksand patch! He struggled for just a moment and was up to his feathers before regaining control of his natural reflex to flail about in panicked terror.

Thankfully, his intrepid companions' ridiculously long, thin legs came in quite handy, as they bravely risked their own exquisitely graceful necks to extend him a helping limb, and pull him to safety.

"Bob, you reckless feathersack!" they scolded him when it was clear he was out of danger. "Don't you ever scare us like that again!"

Safe Arrival

Even though they managed to overcome many hurdles and solve many survival-related problems during this time, f. suburbanus remains a none-too-bright species, and upon arriving at their summer home, they managed to get into one last pickle.

Still somewhat disoriented from their short but arduous journey, the trio flocked to the nearest tree and perched awkwardly in its branches, apparently unaware this is inappropriate behavior for waterfowl. It will be a few days before their peabrains adjust to their new surroundings, and they settle in a more suitable location. Such is the lot of the beautiful-but-dim.