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You sure you want to be a writer? Now? #humor #covid #writing

And the best way to know you’re a real writer? You get this gorgeous geek-writer QUERTY painting from the amazing, incredible, real painter-type …

You sure you want to be a writer? Now? #humor #covid #writing

Here’s a funny, wry, realistic piece about being a writer from Barb Taub. If you’re not familiar with Barb, please have a good visit at her blog. It will be time well spent. 🙂

Comedy Wildlife Awards: It’s Smile Time

Here’s a great photo from 2019. Entitled “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” it was taken by Anthony N Petrovitch.

Swim faster!

And I love this photo from Vlado Pirsa called “Family Disagreement.”

Stop ignoring me!

We can all imagine that conversation.

And this head scratcher from Co Grift.

Darling, you’re looking a bit orange today. Was it something I said?

The original website is here: https://www.comedywildlifephoto.com/gallery/finalists/2019_finalists.php

Although these photos are humorous, they are also meant to bring attention to wildlife and their habitat destruction.

Happy mid-week. 🙂

Slip Slidin’ Away

Last week, an interesting thing happened. I came home from work, dropped off my bag and proceeded to clear the latest snow deposits from my steps. For good measure, I added some salt, as there were a few small ice patches here and there.

I was looking forward to a lovely meal from my wonderful M. He was making chicken pasta with mushrooms, and the aroma, particularly upon entering from the frigid outside environs, was especially enticing.

My snow-encrusted doorbell, bathed in the glow of my porch light.

I went inside again, dropped off the shovel and picked up the garbage to take it outside.

As I turned to go down the steps, I managed to find and slip on the only bit of unsalted ice at the head of the stairs, and slammed my teeth together as both feet went out from under me and I whacked the edge of the first step on my way down.

Sliding and banging, I managed to hit the edge of all seven of them with my back and ribs, accompanied by glancing butt hits on the stair treads.

When I came to a stop, I could tell there was some damage, but I wasn’t sure which part I should moan about first.

My M came bursting through the door, as he had heard me fall.

Back inside, I started to note the injury: bruised ribs and spine and an overall sense of having been jarred, hard, especially my teeth. And later, I discovered a broken tail bone. All things considered, it could have been worse. But the thing that sticks out the most is how I tried to grab the doorbell to save myself. What the hell was I going to do with that??

All’s well that ends well, I suppose, especially on the part that ends with my rear. I’ve always been a bit of a pain in the ass, so I guess it’s only fair that the sentiment has been returned, literally.

How karmic.

Happy weekend, and may you always land on your feet. 🙂

It’s Groundhog Day! (Well, Yesterday)

The Canadian weather-predicting groundhogs Wiarton Willie and Shubenacadie Sam decided that spring would be early this year. Yay!

I saw my shadow but I decided not to let it scare me.

Me and my weather-predicting parka.

I hope your local groundhog has sent good weather tidings your way.

Happy mid-week. 🙂