Happy New Year

This Christmas Cactus bloomed on Thanksgiving and Christmas.  It's worked up another set of buds for New Year's.

Here at the homestead, we've been enjoying icy temperatures, snow and sunshine which spawns gorgeous sparkly snow.  Alas, this photo makes it look like an unpainted wall. 

New Year Resolution suggestion for Clover.  Move to an unoccupied room before farting.

New Year Resolution suggestion for Lily.  Stop playing truffle pig with frozen poop.  Your breath is horrific.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct your paths.

-Proverbs 3: 5-6

Joy to the World

The Shepherds and the Angels 

And in that region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear.

 And the angel said to them, "be not afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy which will come to all the people, for to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.  And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger."

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,  "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among men with whom he is pleased!"

When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us."

And they went with haste, and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger.

- Luke 2:8-17

Did the shepherds take their flocks
with them to Bethlehem?

Probably.  Or maybe an angel
stayed with their flocks
till they returned.

I like to think the sheep got to
 come along to meet baby Jesus.

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 65

Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.  Lately, Florida has been a hotbed of fodder for us.  Today's question comes from Miami.

Security dogs reacted to one of the crates waiting to be opened for an art show.
What was in the crate?
Bryan?

A bomb made of

manatee farts?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Fluffy?

It was a case of mislabeling.

The crate contained the
caterer's cheese tray, 

 so attractive that it was

 mistaken for art.

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Cyndi?

A picture of

Donald Trump

submerged in urine?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Molly?

Squirrels made a nest

out of the packing material?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.  Turns out it was a painting called Punk Hillary featuring Hillary Clinton clad in purple and sporting pink hair.

I know what the dogs

reacted to!  Chicken blood 

was used to color the pink hair!

Come on!

 It's called Punk Hillary not 

Voodoo Hillary.

Hostmaster:  so the crate probably smelled of cigarette smoke.

A yucky smell.

That would explain it.

Says the girl who ate something

she couldn't identify off 

of the floor.

Careful, we'll hurt Cyndi's

feelings.  Her perfume is called

Virginia Slims. 

It's better than smelling

like dog, Fluffy.

I don't agree.

 Me neither.

Me neither.

Smell my indifference.

This round is over.

Round 65

Fluffy/Molly  32

Bryan/Cyndi   29

See what was inside the crate.

Christmas Time

Heavenly Peace.

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 64

Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.  Today's question involves an incident that occurred one night last week in Fort Walton Beach, Florida.

It seems an opossum broke into a liquor store.  What happened?
Molly?

The possum stole a gift

basket and delivered it

to his woodland friends?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Cyndi?

He ate rat poison and died?

Whoa.  And you 

call me dark.

Hostmaster:  incorrect.  Well, Cyndi's answer is, anyway.
Fluffy?

Noticing the store's 

antiquated style of bookkeeping, 

the opposum updated their system.  

Hostmaster:  incorrect.
Byran?

The opossum got drunk

on Rusty Nails?

Hostmaster:  close enough.  The opossum got into the store from the roof, climbed down some shelves, knocked over a bottle of bourbon.  The next morning an employee found the animal lying beside the empty bottle, glassy eyed and drooling.  The cops took the drunken opossum to the Emerald Coast Wildlife Refuge where she was dried out.

So the possum is OK?

Hostmaster:  yes.  After two days she recovered the effects of the booze-up, no charges were filed for the B&E.   She is now at large.

Is she pretty?  Maybe she could star in 

one of those obnoxious ads urging moderation.  

They ought to photograph her 

backside with the caption,

"A Cautionary Tail"

So ends another round.  

Read about Miss Opossum's wasted adventure here.

Round 64

Fluffy/Molly   32

Bryan/Cyndi    29