
Thankfully, we ate up the turkey pretty quickly this year. And we’re having omelets for Christmas. (No turkey in sight!)
Thankfully, we ate up the turkey pretty quickly this year. And we’re having omelets for Christmas. (No turkey in sight!)
For those who are thinking this is a riff on “What Child Is This?” it’s not. It’s from a song called “The Peace Carol”.
I like whipped (whooped cream) and, yes, I will occasionally have just a mouthful of it by itself. But now a whole plate? No. Um, why not?
I’ve sung it this way all my life. I’ve tried to explain the joke to people, but they just don’t have a sense of humor, I guess.
I filled up 4 tb with my favorite old shows. Easier to take them with me now, or just to watch them while I draw.
The more I read about Augustine’s attacks on Pelagius, the less respect I have for him.
See, Picadillo doesn’t always eat the whooped cream straight out of the can. Sometimes he eats it with something. Why rye bread I don’t know.
This is as close as I’m getting to commenting on politics this season. I voted. I encouraged others to vote. ‘Nuff said.
This cartoon may only work unless you say it aloud. And then maybe only.
There’s a store in the mall that sells these hyper-detailed, miniature football helmets. I want one with a baseball team logo on the side.