Out of the Compost Bin?

Dessert waitress at Papa Haydn's to us: "It's like a decomposed tiramisu...oops, I mean deconstructed."

Odd Warnings

In our instruction manual for a newly purchased hair straightener (one that heats up after it's plugged in):

"WARNING -- NEVER USE WHILE SLEEPING"

I assume the company's afraid buyers will sleepwalk and then electrocute themselves in the midst of beautifying. All while still deep in sleep, of course.

Murphy Chicken-Legs

One of the family nicknames for our dog is "Murphy Chicken-Legs." If you look even briefly at his photo, you'll see why. Murphy has such cute drumsticks!


Don't know if he's double-jointed or what--but it makes me chuckle when Murphy spreads out on the floor like this. Our tabby cat, Seashell (God rest his soul), used to do it all the time, but I didn't know dogs were as flexible.

Maybe he should take up yoga. And just because I think it's funny, a bonus link for you--found it when I googled chicken legs: Gummy Chicken Legs Candy. I quote their ad: "Nothing hits the spot more than a hearty candy chicken leg!" Uh-huh.

OK. That's enough.

Now That's My Type Of Gathering

It has been pointed out to me that at New College of Florida, one of the student groups on campus is: The Ben and Jerry's Devotional Society. Now that's my type of gathering.

SÜSS ODER SAUER?

The Murphster wishes you a very Happy and Haunted Halloween. He's feeling rather grave, as his neck is festooned with garish black and green skeletons, and he'd rather be chewing a milkbone or chasing the neighborhood black cat.

Mayday, Mayday!

Language can be a funny thing.

Cake

If you need cheering up, this might do it. I particularly like the baby with big teeth. Brilliant.

An Unusually Silent Passenger

I flew back yesterday on Ryanair from Bologna. Most of the seats were filled, so I grabbed a spot with a few vacant places left.

A man seated himself behind me, keeping the window seat for his companion -- a three foot tall Italian chocolate egg, wrapped in shiny orange and gold foil. He'd probably picked it up for a child back home.

So the engines started revving for takeoff, and right then, a cabin attendant rushed down the aisle to our section. "Sir," she told the man sternly, "You must buckle your egg into the seat. Immediately!" At that, everyone around me burst out laughing. He gently reached over and fastened the seat belt around his egg. Later, I saw he'd draped a coat over it.

I imagine his Easter egg needed a good nap before landing...

City Pirates

Never thought I'd see the day when pirates wore polos...

THE ORIGINAL Scary 'Mary Poppins' Recut Trailer

Just watched this recut SCARY version of Mary Poppins and couldn't stop cackling. My oldest daughter kept shushing me--but just watch it and see what I mean.

Another Bedtime Story

Ran across this picture book in a catalog I picked up at the Frankfurt Book Fair, and I can think of several children who'd like it for a birthday gift. Nice cover art!
I did wonder if magic honey could take over a share of the market from Beano...

Such Oddballs

Topic of conversation at dinner last night:

Are mother birds bulimic?
(because they throw up food to feed their young)

OK Go

Two of my kids showed me this video. I have to admit, the choreography is surprisingly good.
Me and treadmills are not a good mix. The treadmill always wins.

Napoleon Dynamite Dance Scene

The funniest thing! Found this on Blog Ness Monster. Napoleon makes me laugh every time.