My mother said every one of these but three, though a few were worded a little bit differently, and my dad said one of those three that Mom didn’t.
I think “what part of no” is a more modern expression than anything they’d say.
If we were talking to Dad about Mom he might say, but she never would, ” ‘she’ is the cat’s mother!”… and we had no clue what he meant. You can’t put “Mom” in every sentence without resorting to a pronoun now and then, but apparently we were supposed to.
And I’ve never heard the one about square eyes. We were told we’d go blind.
Anyhow, I bet moms still say most of these.
Most people I’ve known who have kids have remarked on how horrified they were to hear their mother’s words coming out of their mouths…. even admonitions they’d mocked since childhood.
Search says it’s “Who’s There?”, an oil painting on board by western genre painter Bill Anton (b. 1957)
Sold at auction a year ago for almost $10,000.
I Googled him to check out his other work… this is IMHO the most “artistic”…. the only one I saw with that almost Parrish Blue sky, or that wasn’t a much closer view of horses and riders and such.
Clocks go back next week. I hate trying to reset Cookie’s tummy clock. Fall back is the worst for her. She doesn’t mind springing forward and getting meals an hour early, but late means a lot of telling me to hurry it up.
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Chocolate moose in its native habitat.
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I think they all went to the same rhinoplasty surgeon…
Burt Lancaster, James Dean, Clark Gable
Marlon Brando, Gary Cooper, and Humphrey Bogart
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Smooshy the Dog.
I know he gets cold…. but is he really allowed to have enough skin and fur to make two dogs?
No wonder they’re expensive.
Not quite enough inflated for the Thanksgiving Parade.
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My mother said every one of these but three, though a few were worded a little bit differently, and my dad said one of those three that Mom didn’t.
I think “what part of no” is a more modern expression than anything they’d say.
If we were talking to Dad about Mom he might say, but she never would, ” ‘she’ is the cat’s mother!”… and we had no clue what he meant. You can’t put “Mom” in every sentence without resorting to a pronoun now and then, but apparently we were supposed to.
And I’ve never heard the one about square eyes. We were told we’d go blind.
Anyhow, I bet moms still say most of these.
Most people I’ve known who have kids have remarked on how horrified they were to hear their mother’s words coming out of their mouths…. even admonitions they’d mocked since childhood.
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LOL!
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It’s a cat.
Aww… kittums wan a bewwy wub….
Um…. Sowwy….
I think I’ll keep my arms, instead.
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Okay…. now you’re testing me… LOL…
Not a photo, but not a Parrish…
Search says it’s “Who’s There?”, an oil painting on board by western genre painter Bill Anton (b. 1957)
Sold at auction a year ago for almost $10,000.
I Googled him to check out his other work… this is IMHO the most “artistic”…. the only one I saw with that almost Parrish Blue sky, or that wasn’t a much closer view of horses and riders and such.
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Oh Cleo, you hound dog!
Another fine story comes to a sudden and unexpected end. All’s well that ends. Well…
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And just my size…
It’s a cat.
No assembly required… guaranteed to work right out of the box.
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can you find the four leaf clover?
Yup.
Got!
I’m lookin’ over ..🎶
A four leaf clover….🎵
That I overlooked before…🎶🎵
I hate having cold toes!
Abandoned Russian Research Station on Koluchin Island.
‘Roger’ by Ukrainian artist Nataly Derevyanko.
The type of picture that needs to be framed, but I wonder who could do such a thing….
As in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”
BUNNY!
Sigh…. I guess this is the end… Bye for now, Sam. Bye beautiful train
And it wasn’t even a murder… it was a clandestine carpet copping caper. Kinda crazy… but that’s what you have to expect when Grace is involved.
Cleo’s right… that Sam Basset is quite a guy. Then again, I don’t have the same sort of interest she does.
Actually, this is the first time I’ve ever seen Cleo express that kind of attraction… usually her desires are saved for missiles and heavy artillery.
But don’t worry, Cleo. Hopefully we’ll see him again.
Your “clandestine carpet copping caper” reminded me of Johnny Carson and Jack Webb’s “Copper Caper”…
Yeah, Sam said they were carpet coppers, which triggered my (vague) memory of that skit. I borrowed the alliteration,
but not the dialogue.
They really don’t understand the concept of ‘GMT’ & ‘BST’……
Sure they do…. “Give Me Treats” and “Breakfast-Serving Time.”
With two cats and two dogs i rarely sleep in.
Clocks go back next week. I hate trying to reset Cookie’s tummy clock. Fall back is the worst for her. She doesn’t mind springing forward and getting meals an hour early, but late means a lot of telling me to hurry it up.
Hi!
Start now by moving the meals forwards five minutes a day, by the time the clocks change you’re halfway there.
Happiness is a warm burrito.