My Dear Sillies,
The Ides of March hath struck so...
I don't eat the corned beef and cabbage deal. Do ye?
Other things excite me, like Bernie and Ryan and my guy's shalayleigh. We're doing well, on that note. Luck be on our side. No kids, no exes, and a short commute between us--phew. Communication takes ongoing work and faith, as ye know.
Much luck and love to you all, Sillies, on Saint Patty's and every day!
Dear Sillies,
My young siblings and I garnered TikTok and Instagram fame. Yippee! Somehow a photo of us in the backseat of our Rebel station wagon, circa 1974, got grabbed for this fun video. You'll see us in the first group shot after the girl in the initial scene. You'll recognize me immediately, I'm certain. (I posted this picture years ago here, and it's on my Facebook sidebar.)
Were you lucky to have one of those rear facing back seats? It was my spot, and nobody argued. I'd have innocent fun there on long drives--holding up pictures of a cartoon man sweating, with the question "Are you hot?" I got a few chuckles. Those were the days. Am I right?
Be well, Sillies.
Hugs!
Dear Sillies,
I hope this finds you safe, comfortable, and well.
For your rainy day entertainment, or my rainy day entertainment if it's not rainy out your way, I've a few weird book covers to show you ~
Who can argue this? Right?Dearest Silliest of the best of Sillies,
'Twas another fabulous Anti-VDay fest!
Thank you to all who entered, but no thanks to HRH for disqualifying Debra She Who seeks before Debra even had a chance.
Our winner and new champion, who truly killed it, and will thus receive a very sweet mailing from our administrative team:
Entry #1:
With you dead,I'm alone in my bed.ready to enjoy Valentine's Day.At last.
CONGRATULATIONS, Elephant's Child! You deserve this and that empty bed. We all love you.
Have a sweet, bittersweet, OR sour day, my Sillies.
Whatever you do, don't buy Hershey today or any day. (See Joanne's entry in post below.)
Second place goes to our belovedly hilarious Birgit! See hers and the other wonderfully hateful entries too.
I love you, my darlings.
Entry #1:
Entry #2:
Your heart, a blender, and I'm ready for the day.
Entry #3:
Entry #4:
Somewhere my love, there will be songs to singAlthough not with you because you stink!Dumb ding-a-ling! Birgit
Entry #5:
It's February, my Sillies!
You know what that means, right? Yep, it's time to rev up your creative, hateful anti-Valentine's Day braincells. Life by Chocolate's Annual Valentine's Hatefest is on! You'll vote on the winner, and they'll receive a very generous sweet treat package.
Dear Sillies,
How are you, my friends? It seems as though the New Year's celebrations were looong ago, am I right? So much has gone on this month. All the more reason to be good to yourselves.
Now, I'm sharing a few entertaining reviews about a few books.
Disclaimer: I'm not on Team Jessica Simpson but I am on Team Harry and Meghan!
First, Jessica's Simpson's 27 page "book":
"The cover looks like something you will enjoy. Reminds me of dating a very well proportioned woman and you end up with an empty bra."
Dear Sillies,
How are you? Well, that's too big of a question, so I'll just say BE SAFE. Be warm. Be loved. We're faring okay despite CA's state of emergency. But the stormy weather won't let up any time soon. I'm keeping positive thoughts for us all.
And for today: I was fortunate enough to be in the audience over twenty years ago when Coretta Scott King, Martin Luther King's then widow, who passed away in 2006; gave a moving speech. Even more awesome, that speech was delivered to a Jewish audience. (George Santos wasn't there. Note: He's Jew-ish. He was born Catholic. Ask him. Smiles. Oy vey.) As I was saying, I couldn't have felt more directly connected with the Reverend's teachings.
As catastropic as things may seem, there's always reason for hope. Without hope, there's no courage.