A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
DH and I stopped to get gas, and all of a sudden we were surrounded by 5-6 mockingbirds, fluttering around the hood and windshield. One of them finally landed on the (hot) hood, and tip-toe danced toward the windshield - where he promptly plucked up a grasshopped that was wedged below the wiper blade. Its amazing what eyesight they have! Two other birds followed the first's example, and feasted on the grasshoppers! We could hardly get out of the car, we were laughing so hard!!
DH and I stopped to get gas, and all of a sudden we were surrounded by 5-6 mockingbirds, fluttering around the hood and windshield. One of them finally landed on the (hot) hood, and tip-toe danced toward the windshield - where he promptly plucked up a grasshopped that was wedged below the wiper blade. Its amazing what eyesight they have! Two other birds followed the first's example, and feasted on the grasshoppers! We could hardly get out of the car, we were laughing so hard!!
I heard long ago, that if an eagle could read, it could read a newspaper at 100 yards.
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The Principle of Least Interest: He who cares least about a relationship, controls it.
Thursday morning I was so tired that I could barely drag myself out of bed.
When I was in the shower, I thought: "This water is not hot enough."
Because of my brain fog, I turned the handle to the right (for cold) rather than the left...I then let out a stream of obscenities.
DH, who heard, me, asked if I was okay. I told him what happened & he burst out laughing, then said, "Oh, by the way, I'm not laughing WITH you, I'm laughing AT you."
Thursday morning I was so tired that I could barely drag myself out of bed.
When I was in the shower, I thought: "This water is not hot enough."
Because of my brain fog, I turned the handle to the right (for cold) rather than the left...I then let out a stream of obscenities.
DH, who heard, me, asked if I was okay. I told him what happened & he burst out laughing, then said, "Oh, by the way, I'm not laughing WITH you, I'm laughing AT you."
Thanks, hon!!!
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I'm comforted by the fact that someone besides me does things like that first thing in the morning... I seem to wake up an idiot and get smarter as the day progresses.
When I was in Florida for dad's funeral DD stayed with his wife a few days until her DD got there from another state. After DD got back to the house everyone else was staying at one of my sisters and I were hanging out in my bedroom. Sister picks up a pair of fuzzy socks and I told her SM gave them to DD. She starts cracking up and says she just gave them to SM with her Christmas gift a few days earlier. We had some fun and sent other sister three texts. First one was one SM sent to sister holding up her gifts. Next one was DD holding socks. Next one sister holding socks with a WTF look on her face. We were laughing so hard everyone in the house though we had lost it.
-- Edited by Southern_Belle on Sunday 31st of January 2016 10:44:39 AM
So I went to a comedy show last night. It's a small venue, BYOB place. Top notch talent perform at this venue, comedy and musicians. In the audience was this one female who had a loud, hyena type laugh. It was sooo obnoxious. That is not just my opinion; it was the opinion of those around us. Anyway, people were getting really annoyed with her since she drowned out a lot of the show and at one point the comedian halted his act. One of her friends hauled her out of the place, she was quite inebriated. It was so funny to see a room full of people all smile in relief at the same time! And the comedian was a class act, he made light of it but did not dwell on the situation.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.