Happy Jewish New Year: Shana Tova!

Dear Sillies,
   It's a New Year for the Jewish people. If you feel old, consider this: We're embarking on the year 5,780! I know. It's a challenge to wrap my brain around this. 
   Because a fresh start is both feasible and welcome, though, I invite you to celebrate Rosh Hashanah* too. 
  
   Let's work towards a more peaceful, safe year across the globe. 
   Shana Tova! (Hebrew for "Happy New Year.")

*The start of the 10-day Jewish New Year. We dip apple slices in honey, then eat and enjoy, for a sweet new year.
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  Here I am with two siblings in 1969 (Jewish New Year 5,730). My other brother, Jonathan, was a mere embryo. {Technology was a lot more primitive back then. Thus, he's not pictured. =)}

 We wish you many moments of sweetness in the year ahead, along with greatly improved peace throughout the world.

  

 

Dawn (5), Glenn David (1.5), me (3.5) 

COMMENT COLLAGE starring YOU!

My Dear Sillies,
Are you being good to yourselves? There's no acceptable answer but "Yes." And to help you get into a silly, upbeat zone, I've another comment collage. From the past few months of posts, I extracted your best and weirdest of statements. Strung together by all of the randomness that inhabits my brain, here it is, and it's thanks to YOU!

Connie said I missed National Underwear day by two days.

Pat Hatt said Guess that makes me ready for sextilis faster, right?

L. Diane Wolfe said ET must be one large dick.

Jono said Horny thing, isn't he?

Birgit said I am all for comfort these days and hate assfloss panties.

R's Rue  said Yum.

Powdered Toast Man said The Count from Sesame Street was supposed to be the original mascot but failed his drug test.

Alex J. Cavanaugh If he's spanking at his age, run away. Run away! Pat Hatt said Might want to invest in diapers for that issue. Al Penwasser said I am intrigued at the notion of fuchsia nip tassels. Debra She Who Seeks said I'm shocked, I tellz ya, SHOCKED! Elizabeth Seckman said Do you think they make the day of the week panties in an XL granny-style? Margaret Benbow said Robyn, I love you, babe, but please don't feed the Bern. sage said The reindeers asked me to thank you reprobates for significantly lightening Santa’s sled this year. Janie Junebug said Morty is mortifying.
Elephant's Child said I am guessing that you could do very, very well putting that cushion on ebay. Susan Kane said I wonder if Santa and Mrs. are having some real divorce issues.
dolorah said That was a lot of fun!
Joanne said Oh so funny and naughty and nice.

Santa and Mrs. Claus Open Up (too freely and easily) to PTM!

Dear Sillies, 
   He did it again. Powdered Toast Man (PTM) re-hired me and Alex J. Cavanaugh. PTM, by the way, is one of the most hilarious, zany, nice and naughty bloggers I know. We've been buds for -wow- a full decade. Alex, as you know, is blogland's greatest gift. Alex and I have also been blog friends for nearly 10 years. You can't imagine my excitement when PTM initiated this threesome!
   Plus, PTM is into role playing. I dressed up as Santa, while Alex performed as Mrs. Claus. What ensued was, well, apologies?

PTM: First I will talk to you separately and then bring you back together for a group session. Santa can you take a seat in the waiting room? There are plenty of dirty magazines and assorted donuts. PTM: Mrs. Claus, how long have you and Santa been married? Mrs. Claus: Fifty-eight years, but don’t ask Mr. Claus. His memory went years ago. He can’t even find the bathroom anymore. Thank goodness for Depends! PTM: A product plug? Didn't know you sponsored stuff. What is the biggest problem in your relationship? Mrs. Claus: I always have to spend Christmas alone. You would think just one time he’d send the elves out and stay home with me. PTM: I never thought of that before, must get so lonely. What is your favorite thing about Santa? Mrs. Claus: He tickles me. I can’t tell you where though. PTM: I would do it too but my lawyers said I am not allowed to tickle guests anymore, not since that incident with Hugh Jackman. How would you describe your sex life? Mrs. Claus: Let’s just say no one’s going up the chimney anymore.

PTM: I wouldn't kick you out of bed. If you were allowed to cheat on Santa with one person, who would that be? Mrs. Claus: The Easter Bunny. His cousin is the Energizer Bunny, you know. PTM: Why not the Energizer Bunny then? The Easter Bunny might be done in 3 minutes. What pet peeve of yours that Santa does drives you the most crazy? Mrs. Claus: When he gets the reindeer games confused with hunting season. Poor little dears. We had to get all new reindeer last year. PTM: That must be tough trying to find more magic reindeer. Why no children? And don't give me that bullshit that the elves are your children. Mrs. Claus: Santa brought one home one year. Little fella kept running away, screaming ‘You’re not my real father. I’ll never rule the North Pole with you!’ I think a polar bear finally got him.PTM: Poor little Timmy. What is a secret that the big guy doesn't know? Mrs. Claus: Gary the elf down in shipping and I have had a thing going on for years now… PTM: Would you ever have a 3-way with Betty White? Mrs. Claus: I’m not that kind of woman, but if it would entice the mister into some fun, I’d be willing to try. PTM: That's hot. Do you find me attractive? Mrs. Claus: Actually, with that little toast head, you look scrumptious and good enough to eat! PTM: I'm curious to find out if Santa will answer the same way. You can head back to the waiting room, Mrs. Claus. Send Santa in please. 

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PTM: Santa, how long have you and Mrs. Claus been married? Santa: Three or five–hiccup—longer than I’ve been gettin’ sloshed on Jameson. Tosses empty whisky bottle. It hits Mrs. Claus’ tuchas as she’s, uh, tending to the elves. PTM: What is the biggest problem in your relationship? Santa: That right there. Points at her. She spends gobs of time with the elves. Man’s got needs! PTM: You should talk to Gary in shipping. What is your favorite thing about Mrs. Claus? Santa:  She puts on these fuchsia nip tassels. That’s when I got yer North Pole right here, ya know? Santa points at his growin’ groin. PTM: That's an impressive pole you got there. How would you describe your sex life? Santa: It’s like a bipolar bear. When it happens twice a year (International Hot Dog Day and Yom Kippur), it’s like a flea market gorge fest. Belch. PTM: Too bad she can only fit one wiener in her mouth on International Hot Dog Day. If you were allowed to cheat on your wife with one person, who would that be? Santa: She’s a little thick and tacky, but I’d take Robyn for a spin any time of year. I hear they’re real too.PTM: You must mean Rawkn Robyn from Life By Chocolate. Nice choice and I knew they were real!! What pet peeve of yours that Mrs. Claus does drives you the most crazy? Santa: She measures me when I get out of the shower. PTM: I see. Related question, why no children? And don't give me that bullshit that the elves are your children. Santa: Look at her! I don’t want STDs. I use protection. Same ribbed condom’s been working for centuries. PTM: Mrs. Claus has a different story but okay. What is a secret that the Mrs. doesn't know? Santa: She has no idea how much Rudolph and I love to go riding...Got a cigarette? PTM: I can see that happening. Reindeer are kinda sexy. Would you ever have a 3-way with Betty White? Santa: If she’ll pole dance in the raw with fuchsia nip tassels, sure. PTM: I will give her people a call after the show and ask. Do you find me attractive? Santa: I’ve noticed your nice, tight tuchas. I’d like to *bleeeeeeep* you.PTM: Santa you are a dirty Sonuvabitch. I love it!! Now go grab your wife so I can talk to you both.

~~~A knockoff version of Jeopardy theme song plays~~~

PTM: For the sake of privacy and that oath I took, I'm not going to reveal what each of you said. I hope you understand.Santa: Not another pregnancy scare? Mrs. Claus: You’re a sweet toast boy – I knew we could trust you. PTM: Santa, lay off the drugs. Mrs. Claus, thank you. Now, is there anything you want to say to each other? Santa: I just wish you'd wear those fuchsia nip tassels once more for me. Mrs. Claus: Two days a year? Have you ever asked me on Easter? May Day? I’ll show you some pole dancing. PTM: I can understand how you both feel. Nipple tassels are the shit. What is one thing you wish the other would do more of? Santa: Wear the fuchsia nip tassels! Mrs. Claus: Bring me more gifts. The kids get everything. Even if he just wrapped that hot dog of his in a bow, I’d take it. PTM: Very sexual answers, we are definitely getting somewhere. What is your biggest fear? Santa: When I can no longer go South. Mrs. Claus: One day I’ll measure him and won’t find anything there. PTM: One more question. Can you see my nipples through this shirt?Santa: Can you see my pole through this sack? Santa grabs his crotch. Mrs. Claus: You must be chilly! I can’t see anything in your pants, either.

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PTM: After all this, I have a solution. You both need to wear fuchsia nipple tassels. I called Betty White's people. She is down for the threesome but wants to make it a foursome. Apparently she loves toast, if you know what I mean. Santa: Now we're talkin'! It's gonna be a White Christmas even before Yom Kippur! Mrs. Claus: Break out the butter! PTM: We are meeting her in 20 minutes, let's go!!

 

   This extremely wacky, embarrassingly twisted post is also at PTM's page here.  If you're not following him, you're missing out on the funnest distraction from all things not-so-fun. 

   Thank you, Alex and PTM. I love you guys in the I-might-consider-wearing-fuchsia-nip-tassels-if-you-weren't-married kinda way. 

 Take gentle care and keep a smile, Dear Sillies.

Silence for 9/11

Nothing

 

All I can offer is nothing

Nothing is all I can say.

Breath viciously robbed from so many

In an incomprehensible way.

Safely detached from the horrors
I have no words to this day.
With thousands still living the nightmare

I sip warm tea in dismay.

All I can offer is silence

"Silence"

is all I can say.

written by me in 2011 for those who lost loved ones to the 9/11 terrorist attacks

Take care of yourselves, dear friends.

You are loved, and we have each other. 

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Count Chocula Cereal Has Returned!

Dear Sillies,
   Happy September. I hope you're staying safe and not too hot, not too cold --just right.
   
   General Mills has been, like Bernie, consistent. This cereal hit the shells when I was little. I mean, when I was younger. Smiles. I don't remember eating it, though. I favored Frank n Berry, actually (because he looks a lot funner than the Count).
   So, just for you, my dears, I sampled it. 
   I'm happy. I didn't notice marshmallows on the package, but it contains little yummy marshmallow bits like the kind you find in Lucky Charms. Even better, it doesn't have gross tasting brown pieces that far out-number said marshmallow bits. These chocolate pieces are tasty. And it's always fun to drink chocolate milk from a bowl when I've eaten the cereal. 
   Better still, it's surprisingly "healthy" compared to other cereals [9g of sugar per serving, 0 saturated fats, 23g carbs.] Trick is to only eat one serving per sitting. I've yet to master that trick with anything chocolatey. 
   I'll give this cereal an 8 on a 1-10 scale (1=yuck. 10=fantabulous!). If they ever give the Count more than one tooth (How does he eat?), I'll raise that to a 9.

   Take care of your wonderfully sweet selves, my friends.