Thrift Store Score!

Today's shopping trip was great. At the thrift store I found a punch bowl set, complete with ladle, eight cups and hooks (still in their plastic bag) for $5.00! I was casually looking for one because our little church is hosting a wedding Saturday of a couple who were divorced, have reconciled and are getting married again. I'm providing the drink and I wanted a punch bowl to make it look special.

Also got two Christopher & Banks skirts, one cream linen, fully lined, the other a tan khaki, $2.50 each. My frequent shopper punch card was full giving me $5.00 off the total purchase so it was like getting the two skirts for free.

The other fabulous find was a Spring 1949 Vogue Pattern Magazine. Such gorgeous clothes! When I figure out my picture situation I'll post some pages from the catalog.

Happy thrift shopping to you.

 

Life in These United States . .

. . . is one of my favorite humor sections in Reader's Digest. Have you read May 2013?

. . .And One from Abroad
When I was pulled over for speeding, I told the officer, "I'm sorry, but the road seemed clear and . . "
"How would you have reacted if Mister Fog had suddenly appeared?" he interrupted.
Annoyed at his patronizing manner, I replied, "I suppose I would have applied Mr. Brake and summoned up Mr. and Mrs. Headlight!"
Enunciating each syllable, the officer repeated, "How would you have reacted if mist ... or ... fog had suddenly appeared?"
                                      Peter Melville, Cornwall, England


I laugh everytime I think of it!

I Gots the Front Porch Blues

For my entire, I'm talking my whole life, I've wanted a big front porch. I dreamed of it, planned on it, had it on every list I ever made for my dream home, and begged for one. I finally got one. The house my husband bought for us in Iowa (2010) has a wonderful, lovely, perfect front porch. I LOVE it. Except.

Except for the creeps who live next door and also have a front porch and spend most of the time out there smoking their noxious weeds, spewing forth obscenities and generally making nuisances of themselves.

The prevailing wind blows from the south, the creeps are south of us, of course. We tried a bamboo shade but the wind took it out.  Bushes take too long to grow, although I have plans to plant some anyway. Industrial sized fans are too expensive for my meager budget (although that is what I really want so I can blow the stench back at them).

So. . . as the weather warms up and I long to get outside and sit on my lovely porch to enjoy the sunset I'm forced to stay inside with the windows on the south side of the house tightly shut.

The house we're moving into, on the other side of us doesn't have a front porch. Natch.
It's not fair and that's why I gots the front porch blues.

Just a Little Joke I Made Up

What do you call a puppy on top of a dog house?













Piddler on the Roof!

Have a fun day and look for something to laugh about!

I need training for this?

My husband and I went to a local restaurant for dinner recently. As we entered the door my eye was drawn to to colorful notice on the bulletin board. "Dementia Training" it said. I turned to TopDad and remarked "You need training for dementia? I think I'm doing just fine on my own." We enjoyed a good laugh. My sense of humor seems to still be intact.