Related
This entry was posted on Monday, June 20th, 2022 at 2:33 pm and is filed under simple pleasures. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
Saving face
bluebird of bitterness
The opinions expressed are those of the author. You go get your own opinions.
Recent Comments
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
-
bluebird of bitterness 
So, so good! I love the face of knots in the wood, especially 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I loved them all. Would have to go with the green jugs as my favourite!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on wordrefiner.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
LikeLike
I love the mop!! Obviously, the woman is a b—h!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Not surprising, given the way she gets used. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
These are always a riot…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good ones! Interesting how the plugs on the left look mean, while the ones on the right are sad.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Glad I’m not the only one who anthropomorphizes inanimate objects. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
It makes life interesting. 😃
LikeLiked by 1 person
And occasionally scary. When I was a little kid, the creatures in the woodgrain on my bedroom door gave me nightmares.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Poor you! I remember a wood grain face too, but it was just weird, not scary.
LikeLiked by 1 person
There was also a water spot on the wall that was shaped like a dog. I liked that one.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I see all kinds of things in the tree branches outside my windows in winter, when they’re bare. Cats, dogs, faces, shoes, etc.
Weird and weirder, eh?
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m glad that mop isn’t mine! Scary.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Reblogged this on blogging807.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Rae. ♥️
LikeLiked by 1 person
The mop is scary as hell. But I don’t quite get the mountain one?
LikeLiked by 1 person
The sleeping giant? It’s easier to see when you rotate it 90 degrees:
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oo now I see it, thanks
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love this!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Awwww. . . poor dumpster! 😦
LikeLiked by 1 person