I Can Hear Music

Thought for the day: Hope is hearing the music in the future. Faith is dancing to the music now. [Caroline Pitre-Oaks]

It's been a while since Smarticus and I have danced, unless you count my uncoordinated bopping around to the music while we shoot pool, but hey! Maybe it isn't too late to learn how to torture my favorite Pole with a pole dance, eh?

A couple weeks ago, I said I'd written two rather lengthy posts and then I didn't know where we'd go from there. Well, I know where we're going this week, anyway. A friend sent me some pictures that tickled my funny bone, so I figured I'd have a go at tickling yours, too. Along with the pictures, he posed the question: Are humans regressing?

What do you think? Take a gander...

Well, golly, thank you so much for letting me know. Sometimes, seeing a mountain of peanuts isn't nearly enough for me to correctly ascertain that there's a bona fide mountain of actual peanuts right there in front of me.

Well, darn. I was thinking maybe that was the family reunion-sized version.

Really? I wonder how many people burned themselves by testing the temperature of that fire to prompt the addition of this helpful warning.

Well, that's rather vague, dontcha think?

Awwwww. But it looks so doggone tasty... and I'm too cheap to pay someone for a piercing...

So ixnay on the playing fetch with Fido, okay?

Not the comfiest place to park one's posterior, but it'd probably go a long way toward popping some of those pesky hemorrhoids.

Um... okay. If you insist.

But that would be such a cool way to leave the building...

Whew! Thanks for telling me. Snorkeling on the beach isn't nearly as much fun.














Now THIS one probably has a perfectly logical reason behind it. It's a men's room, obviously, where little boys would also do their thing. All I wonder is how many boys peed into the wall before the sign was installed. (And how many it stopped from peeing into that tempting hole after it was installed...)

Not even through the window? Or the chimney? Oooh, how about the vent in the kitchen above the grease pit... that always works out so well...

Well, the gaping elevator shaft might get me to the ground floor faster, but I believe I'll just take the stairs this time.

Hmmm. Maybe the sign right before this one says Slippery when wet, and this one is simply for clarification?

Yep. And something tells me you don't wanta know what they are.

It does???

(sigh)

All good things must come to an end. Including this post. I hope you got a chuckle or two from it.





But back to the question my friend posed. Is humanity regressing?








                     Me? I say no. As long as we keep our sense of humor, we're doing just fine.

                                 Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.

UPDATE: Three weeks into treatment, and we're still smiling... and can still hear the music.