Category Archives: humor

Laughing Out Loud: Bring the Rain and Cake Wrecks, Check ’em Out

food, humor

I am laughing so hard right now, that I have to point you elsewhere.  There nothing  I can possibly tell you that will trump these funny posts. 

First, read what Angie says about her latest trip to Target, inappropriate underwear for girls, paying for sticks, and her husband’s enthusiasm.  Oh my goodness, she is funny.
After you catch your breath, head over to Cake Wrecks for the latest cake disasters.  And these, from yesterday are just hilarious.  I can’t decide which is my favorite:  “Congratulations on Completing Your Jail Sentence,” (Seriously, this warrants a cake, people!  It’s a big accomplishment!), or the one with the picture of the toilet.  Can’t wait to take a bite of that.
Enjoy your Thursday, friends.
By the way, we tried the tomato juice on the skunk happy, formerly-yellow lab yesterday.  He’s now sporting a lovely pinkish-orangish hue.  It’s a fine mess.  And not funny at all.
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Pepé Le Pew, I Do NOT Like You

humor, life
All right, skunks, I’ve had it.  I don’t care why you spray, I don’t care where you live, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t CARE!

First you woke me up, REALLY early last week with your bad smell.  Okay, fine.  You live here, we live here, I get it. 

But then, our Labrador decided to find your smelly spot in the grass and roll around it in.  Forever.  And ever. 

So we tried this mixture of hydrogen peroxide, and baking soda, and soap, per the Humane Society, which really sounds a lot like our son’s volcano science project last year, but whatever.  It did not explode the smell.

We washed and washed, but the dog still reeked.  As did our house, thanks to you, Mr. Skunk, and our now hideously smelling pet.

And we tried this, courtesy of our local pet store.  We’ve tried it five times now, and the dog is FINALLY beginning to smell like a dog.  A really wet dog.  Which, suddenly, is a great smell.

And tonight, as I am about to tuck my tired self into bed, you strike again.  We are not friends, Mr. Skunk, and I want you to leave.  Seriously.  Go away.  Bah!

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