Are you in the MOOOD ?

I'm in serious trouble here, people. It's called the Moo Latte. This frozen little concoction has got me wrapped around its' little finger (more like my little fingers are wrapped around it!)

First thing in the morning, as I'm coming out of my coma, this sweet little dream

shows up. Forget about visions of sugar plums dancing in your head. Moo Latte's
are where it's at. BTW, did you know that a sugar plum is sugar-coated coriander? Yuck, I'll take a Moo Latte dance anyday.

Well, that's odd...look at the word sugar. I never noticed that before, don't you think the spelling is psychotic? Shouldn't it be spelled SHOOGER ? Digressing here, now what was I saying?

Oh yeah, the Moo Latte. See the thing is, I can only enjoy one of these Moooo Latte's with a plastic spoon. Why is that, you ask? Hey, my little pea brain likes it, and you can't argue with a pea brain, otherwise you'll have nothing but pea soup up there.

Now my husband knows darn well that if I send him to DQ, he had better

come back with a Moooo Latte AND a red plastic spoooon. The last time

he forgot the spoon is definitely the last time he forgot the spoon. I made
such a rucus (now there's a funny spelled word) that I almost talked him
into going back through the drive-thru to ask for one red plastic spoon.
I said "You better mooooove it, mister!!" Now how tough is he going to look cruising through the drive-thru on his moooter bike, just to order

one red spoon? I just can't eat my Moo Latte with a metal spoon, I JUST CANNN'TTT!!!

Look out when I'm in the moooood for a sweet treat. Cuz I'll rise up and tower over the whole city in search of my Moo Latte....Hey! This would make a great movie, wouldn't it? Gotta go, gotta get the yellow pages. Anybody know the number for Hollywood? Moooove over Madonna...I'm the biggest cow-belle this country has ever seen.

I'M THE DAIRY QUEEN!

Sunday Funnies

LAUGH A LITTLE

My friend LeeAnn is the quirkiest little gal this side of the Hudson Fox River. LeeAnn posted a hilarious article about a few priceless gifts she received for her wedding anniversary.

Here's an excerpt:

Gift #1 — A homemade Fernando Ortega CD case — without the CD. “Thank you, Paul. I have always loved Fernando Ortega’s CD cases. Usually they come with a CD inside.”

“Oh, did I forget the CD? Duh.” He ambled off to his man-den in the basement to retrieve the music portion of the Fernando gift. He had downloaded the music (legally) from the Internet and made a lovely case and all — just forgot to put the CD in it.

Gift #2 – A Hershey Milk Chocolate-flavored lip balm — with instructions to smear it, but not to eat it. I normally do not use lip balms. Petroleum jelly out of a jar serves the same purpose quite effectively. Beebee asked if I knew how to use lip balm, or if she needed to demonstrate for me. She probably just wanted the first lick.

Gift #3 – A bag of Lemonheads. Yes, exactly. The same candy they sell at swimming pool concession stands.

Now head on over to LeeAnn's blog for the rest of the story: leeannrubsam.wordpress.com

And there you have it, the latest craze in anniversary gifts. Personally, I think Lemonheads are where it's at!

Hollywood or Bust!

We hear Hollywood's the place to be. We sent Pa ahead to scout out the land.



We ain't never been called squatters...



We'll make good use 'o the land. The cousins can kill most anything, and the gals can cook up grits 'n crawdads like nobody's business.



I reckon we'll have to say to goodbye to the farm...



Some things we'll have to leave behind.



We packed up all our goods, and we're off.



Binky's looking forward to life in the big city...



And the twins are hopin' to meet some perty gals.



When we git there, we'll dance a jig and break open the bubbly. Hollywood here we come!

Friday Funnies

As some of you know, my son Aaron is a comedian. Here is his latest work.
P.S. some of you asked if he got any responses - that's actually his real phone number. So far he's been getting phone calls with no response on the other end, except occasional breathing sounds.