And Over the Hump We Go

Happy Hump Day!

As always, here's a collection of silly pics and other items to get you over the mid week hump and on the easy downhill slope to the weekend.  Hope you're having a great week.

Here's a short story about...a short story.  I'd love to have written this one.

I've been picking on our feline friends a lot lately so today is all canine.

Hey, dogs are funny, too.

Silly string, anyone?

This next one is in honor(?) of the hot summer most of us are sweating through this year.

Ahhhh. That's better.

This one just struck me funny.

So did this one.

And here's your weekly "aw".

Come on, you know you said it.

Okay, I can't remember where the heck I am in the blooper, trivia, quote, etc. rotation but I'm in the mood for bloopers.  Enjoy these and have a great day.

Church Bulletin Bloopers:

Barbara remains in the hospital and needs blood donors for more transfusions. She is also having trouble sleeping and requests tapes of Pastor Jack's sermons.

The Rector will preach his farewell message after which the choir will sing: "Break Forth Into Joy."

A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.

[I love these next two.]

Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door.

Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance.

  

Happy Hump Day and a Couple Extras

Happy Hump Day.  But before we get to this week's collection of sillies there's something I have to do.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

You'll aways be my #1 hero.

I also want to remind everyone that Maria Zanni's new blog Back to Basics officially launched yesterday.  The first topic was Emergency Funds.  What?  You don't have one?  Better get over to Back to Basics right away.   And become a Follower while you're there.

Okay, on to our Hump Day nonsense...

Good grief.  I think that cat lives around here.

Ah well, sh*t happens.

Poor kitty.  Bet she coughs up an really impressive hairball.

Uh oh.

Oh, this must be how we got the zombie cat in the first picture.

And this brings us to the question of the day...

How do you pop bubble wrap?  Are you a one bubble at a time person or do you like firing them off in clusters?  Pop randomly or follow the rows?  Oh no, don't even try to tell me you don't pop it at all.  Just fess up.  We're all friends here.

Groaner of the Day: (just a short one since you've already had enough silly stuff)   Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other, 'You stay here. I'll go on a head.'

Happy Hump Day

Happy Hump Day!  Between Halloween and the beginning of NaNo (for those of you taking the plunge), this week had quite a jump start, but by now you're probably lagging a little and need a chuckle or an "aw" to get you over the hump and on the downhill slope to the weekend.  So here's my contribution to the cause.

Enjoy.

I love the expressions.

This is your "aw".  Does it work for you if it doesn't include a kitten?

This one is for my friends in the northeast who got dumped on big time.

Somebody's gonna be maaaad.

Can you? Great!  My work here is done.

Did any of these tickle your funny bone?

Groaner of the Day:  [Note: I was hunting for a bit of information I thought was in one of my blogs from last year, so I was rumaging through them and came across this groaner.  It's a re-run but still made me laugh so I decided to give it another go.]

 

There is a monastery where monks have taken a vow of near-silence. Each day begins with morning worship. The service starts when the head abbot comes in and chants, "Good morning."

The monks chant in reply, "Good morning."

They say not another word until evening vespers, when the head abbot comes in and chants, "Good evening."

The monks all reply in unison, "Good evening." Not another word is spoken until the next morning.

Several years ago one of the monks decided he had to break up the boredom of this routine. The next morning when the head abbot chanted, "Good morning," all the other monks responded, "Good morning", except the one bored monk who chanted, "Good evening."

Quickly, the head abbot sang in reply: "Some-one chanted 'evening'. He must be a stranger."

(did you like it?)

Happy Hump Day - Just Plain Silly

Happy Hump Day.  Here's your weekly dose of silliness to get you over that mid-week hump and on the downhill coast to the weekend.

Know what's cool?  When you get an e-mail on Tuesday full of great pictures just begging to be included in a Hump Day post.  Here are a few.  Some will make you laugh.  Some will make you go, "awwww".  Hopefully all will make your day a little brighter.

(You just said, "aw", didn't you?  Come on, admit it.)

(Betcha laughed at this one.)

(Said "aw" again, huh?)

(Oh dear. That's what I look like when I try to run.)

(Yeah, I've felt like this.)

(Can I get a third "aw"?)

Okay, did any of those strike your fancy?

Groaner of the Day:  Something I've never done before - a cartoon groaner:

Happy Hump Day - and We Have a Winner

Opps.  I'm afraid I got so wrapped up in my 9/11 posts, I completely forgot to announce the winner for last Wednesday's Caption Contest.  Congratulations to:   Maryann Miller.  Maryann, I'll be contacting you by e-mail about your prize.  Thanks to everyone for participating.

This week I'm making it easy on everyone.  These sillies come with captions.  Just enjoy.

I love the last one. 

Please take a moment to say hi if you stop by.  See you on Friday.

Groaner of the Day: In a kingdom far far away, and a long long time ago, a party was being given. To this party the king had invited everyone in the kingdom to his castle. And everyone was having a grand time. The wine was flowing, the tables were overflowing with food, and the dancing was beautiful.

Suddenly, out of thin air a gnarled old man appeared out of thin air. His hands clutched in tight fists by his body, smoke streaming from his shoulders, he walked up to the king and said, "How dare you have a party and not invite your own court wizard! For this insult I curse this castle with the dreaded Curse of the Fingers. Anyone who attempts to leave here will be rendered limb from limb by huge disembodied fingers!"

The wizard waved his bony arms about and shouted in a guttural foreign language. "There!", he said and vanished.

All at once, the people of the kingdom looked to their king. What would he do? How could he save them. The king pursed his lips and looked about him. Finally, he turned to his knights and asked for a volunteer to ride to the next kingdom and plead with their wizard to remove the curse. Of course all of the knights wished to go. The king selected the knight with the greatest seniority and sent him on his way.

The knight gathered up all his weapons, put on his best suit of armour and headed out. As soon as his foot stepped off of the drawbridge, gigantic yellow fingers appeared from nowhere and ripped him limb from limb.

One after another, each knight attempted to ride out of the castle, each one in turn was ripped to shreds. Finally, no knights were left.

The king looked about him. "Is there anyone else who would brave this curse and rescue us from this horrible fate?", he said.

"I will, sir!", said a small boy who had been serving one of the knights before he died.

The small boy packed up his belongings and provisions for the journey. Since he was a poor serving boy, he had no horse and would have to walk. As soon as he crossed the drawbridge, the yellow fingers appeared and tried to rip him apart. They couldn't! Each time the tried to grab him, the boy wriggled free and continued on his journey!

Several days later, the boy was back at the castle with the neighboring kingdom's wizard. The king was overjoyed to have the curse lifted and he called the boy to him.

"How did you escape from those monstrous fingers? All my knights couldn't get past them and they were killed. How could you do it?"

The boy looked up at the king and replied, "Your majesty, I realized after the last knight was killed that the only way to escape this curse was to...let your pages do the walking through the yellow fingers."

Happy Hump Day

Have you ever noticed that a lot of bloggers like to celebrate the end of the week with a Fun Friday post?  I'm one of them.  I usually use Friday to share silly pictures or funnies of some sort. 

But last week it occurred to me, we don't really need funnies on Friday.  Friday is fun all by itself.  TGIF and all that.  When we really need a laugh is Wednesday.  Hump day.  That day you have to get through to be on the downhill slope to the weekend. 

So I'm making a change.  No more Fun Fridays.  From now on, I'm doing Happy Hump Days.

To kick things off I'm sharing some signs that made me laugh.  I hope they do the same for you. 

I really love the last one.

If they gave you a chuckle, leave me a comment.  I get really lonesome if no one comments.

I'll be posting on Friday from the Killer Nashville mystery writers' conference.  I'm all excited.  That reminds me, did I tell you we saw the Pointer Sisters in Vegas last month.  They still put on a heck of a show.

Groaner of the Day: Conversation between two friends
 
Hey, Joe. How's your new pet fish doing? I heard he was really something special.
 
To tell you the truth, I'm really disappointed in him. The guy who sold him to me said I could teach him to sing like a bird.

You bought a fish because you thought you could teach him to sing like a bird?

Well, yeah. He's a parrot fish.

I hate to tell you this, but while you might be able to teach a parrot bird to sing, you're never going to get anywhere with a parrot fish.

That's what you think. He sings all the time.  The thing is, he sings off-key and it's driving me crazy. Do you know how hard it is to tuna fish?