I’ve been a Billy Crystal fan for ages. He’s a couple of years younger, but I relate well to a special from his book of the same name, “700 Sundays”. It will make you laugh and cry, sometimes at the same moment. I am a comedy lover and so much of this is a reminder of why. I hope you enjoy it. Below is an interview talking about the movie.
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Life is a beautiful bubble when you can float around avoiding all the sharpness.
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I write this date and cannot think where this year has gone already. Half over and someone talked about Christmas shopping? I must be dreaming. It’s finally warm and sunny and I hope our daily thunder and hailstorms are done. The prompt for this week is for, four, fore and I offer this:
And as I was looking for that, I found an old Gary Larson cartoon, a bonus!
Remember to laugh this weekend!👍🏻
Saturday morning, time to amble
To the diner, coffee’s a preamble
To bacon, maybe a veggie scramble
Eggs or pancakes it’s a gamble
Served by the old cook Campbell
Never has been able to see well
However the servings are ample.
Riding in the car, listening to the radio, thought these lyrics were clever.
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Well here we are again, Unie, you’d think they could at least put us in the shade! My bright pink is beginning to fade and you know what that means. Kids won’t like you anymore because you’re not bright and shiny and you’re dumped into the bin. At least you won’t change color as fast, so you’re good.
It is blazing hot out here. I think I’m beginning to melt. Hey Unie, are you listening? Here they come again. Thank goodness we can cool off in the sea.
Oh my god, the big one jumped on me. I’m split! Pssssfttt.
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How far do you think he’ll go?
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“A perfect moon overhead my darling.” He gathered her robes about her. The night was chilled, but she barely felt the cold. All she could think was they had finally completed their journey. It had been days on the old horse, plodding along and often tripping, sending her forward unexpectedly. She was glad for each evening’s respite of the soft grass.
The couple was on their way to the castle where Marie’s father was King. Accompanied by a knight, John, Marie had no expectation her marriage plans would be denied. She fell in love with John immediately and the two were traveling to be wed at the castle.
Marie had been schooled with proper etiquette and the two of them traveling together without a chaperone might be frowned upon by her parents. They both were willing to take the chance. The morning sun would bring either happiness or tragedy. Snuggling close, they fell asleep.
Sun and morning dew surrounded them. John had readied the horses by the time Marie woke. It was only a few hours before she would see her family and no anxiety entered her mind. John was not so calm, thinking he might not be the King’s choice for his daughter. Nevertheless, the decision had been made and he was not regretting it now. The future was uncertain in all except his love for Marie.
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Roses are red
Violets are purple
I love my treats
They make me slurple.
We gathered together
To make a decision
Who should be elected
‘Cause we need revision.
The larger cousins want Mayor Cheese
Being rats, they’re easy to please
My buddies residing in this cage
Want something more new age
Such as crumbs tartare rubbed with sage
That make pleasant leavings here in the cage
Providers of these treats would be
Mayor Guinea Pig and Company.
Rabbits and gerbils all insist
To get out and vote, even resist!
Our choice for mayor should reflect
The outcome we want and expect.
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I wonder why I haven’t been aware of this site before. Surely my efforts qualify!☺️
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