Bovine Appreciation Day

Today, July 9, was designated “Cow Appreciation Day” by none other than Chick-Fil-A, the popular fast-food restaurant and Mc Donald’s rival.

Nearly everyone has seen their advertising campaign, featuring black and white cows, holding up “Eat Mor Chikin” signs.  Cows weren’t expected to know proper grammar and spelling.

Customers were encouraged to wear cow costumes to the restaurant. Depending on their ages, participants were rewarded with free entrees or kid’s meals

Rather than humans in cow costumes, how about some pictures of real cows? From my farmer friend, Craig Roberts, real cows outstanding in their fields.

From the Scrapyard

I sought feel good headlines to no avail.  This happened much too often.

Meteorologists predicted a rainy, soggy, Kentucky Derby on Saturday.

If it wasn’t TV commercials for products and services not available in my area, it was junk on the internet.

Like “Chicken Man” on top 40 radio stations in the sixties. It’s everywhere.

A picture of a Volvo P1800 sports wagon, illustrated a tome about Cadillac motorcars.

Would anyone eat popcorn made in the exhaust pipe of a motorcycle? It captured my attention without appealing to my taste buds in the slightest.

How can the vacation of a lifetime be topped? Live another lifetime?

Hopping Into Your Glass

“I want you to bring me a souvenir from Australia,” A friend requested.

“It has to be small and inexpensive.”

“Something tacky would be good.”

“That’s right, something tacky, small, and inexpensive.”

A bright orange, flexible silicon, ice cube and baking mold shouted, “Take me home.”

“Fun for children, and the whole family. Withstood temperature extremes.”

“Kangaroo ice cubes hopped, right into your glass!”

My friend was pleased with his souvenir from the land “down under.”

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Mirror, Mirror

After watching a popular daytime game show, it occurred to me that all large and small household appliances, should have self-contained electronic devices, to allow instant communication.

More importantly, to indulge those addicted to taking selfies every ten minutes.

Here I am making toast.
Searching the fridge for yummy leftovers.
At the trash compactor again–all about recycling.
Yes, I’m hopelessly addicted to pop-tarts.
Here’s proof, that I, indeed, do laundry.
A video of me, taken by my robot vacuum cleaner.