I am a foodie. I follow Laura Calder. Laura is an accomplished chef, author and television personality. And she is absolutely gorgeous. easy to follow. Laura has a blog and in her blog she has revealed yet another talent – doodling. Her doodling in and of itself is worthy of following.
Laura posted a doodle entitled Let Me Tell You What I Really Think
When I saw it, this little limerick popped into my head. I hope Laura likes it.
Dirty dishes piled up in the sink.
Could I get you another drink?!?!
I’ll try to be nice.
Pal, you’re on thin ice
LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I REALLY THINK!
Ok ladies, you can come clean and admit that watching your man lard ass-ing around camped out on the sofa in front of the television every weekend from the beginning of September until the first week in February is personally offensive to you; as is the beer breath and other breakdowns in personal hygiene that accompany this football related gender specific OCD behavior. Continue reading
While dealing with a minor “health” problem that needed some home medical treatment that required my wearing latex gloves, I made the assertion while making the insertion that growing old is not for the faint of heart and it led to this limerick-al observation.
You’re not interested in stock market tips.
Nothing happens when young gals shake their hips
But end of story,
Is a sign of an aging apocalypse!
I have been contemplating life going forward unmarried. Life is much different with a wife, especially one who pays attention, is detail oriented and holds you accountable.
I was doing some grooming recently and I could clearly “hear” my Arleen “reminding” me to get out the weed wacker and machete and clear a path in my ears and nose. She was fascinated at how hair stopped growing on most of my head yet won’t stop growing out of the cavities in my head. And she was always quick to comment on it.
Of course, I put on my safety glasses, got out the power tools and went to wacking…thinking of her.
And it led to this….
When you find yourself in Love’s throes,
You think that it’s everything goes.
Life is a blur.
Anything for her…
You’ll trim the hair in your ears and your nose!
I rescued a cat on October 17th, 2000. He was family to me. I lost him tragically this year and I am still heartbroken. We spent countless hours together watching sports on TV and on the porch watching the world go by with him sitting in my lap. JJ this strip is dedicated to you. Thanks Jae for your great drawing.
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I will no longer be posting comic strips from An Answer For Everything on my Life is A Limerick blog. We are gaining momentum with the strip and to keep that rolling we are going to be directing people to our Facebook Page
Also, I will be using Twitter to direct people to the new comic strips and the links to them on Facebook will be in the Tweets box on Life Is A Limerick Home Page.
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I will still be posting limericks here at the Life Is a Limerick blog. I will still be writing them regularly and not all of them become the dialog for a comic strip.
Thanks for all your support
Fortunately or maybe unfortunately, the checkbook is becoming a relic in our modern society where plastic has pretty much replaced paper as far as money is concerned. I don’t know if it is better or worse. Continue reading
I am a career bs artist and I do consider bs-ing an art form. I love telling stories and doing stand up routines. As I am growing older, I find that my love for this has not diminished, however, my memory has, which can be a problem. “Ok, where was I?” can only be used as a laugh line so many times before it is no longer funny, if it ever was in the first place.
My memory loss is dismaying.
Now when I’m slinging it, I find my self straying.
With my story telling,
Before I get to the kvelling,
I tend to forget what I was saying!