WALLY

A handsome baby named Wally has come all the way 

from Hamsterville to live at our house.

Wally came bearing all kinds of gifts and booty. 

 The Count got out of his coffin to welcome him. 

 The Count was smart enough to know he had to 

wear sunglasses and carry an umbrella so could be out during the day.

 Count was excited (eggsited?) to see the new blue egg 

that will go so well with his chocolate caramel egg.

Leenie was excited to see the super dark chocolate bar 

that came in the bottom of Wally’s box.

Leroy Kosher is glad to welcome Wally.  Leroy wants 

to show off the wings he’s earned since he arrived in Idaho.

As soon as he learns to use those wings 

he will be busy making liars out of a lot of people.

 Mr. Snowman welcomes Wally to Idaho.

He says the weather is great here.  Oooh! Noooo! Wally! Don’t believe him.

 Wally runs away from Mr. Snowman and finds another resident of
this crazy place.  Is Thomas Speedbump a friendly cat?

 Oooh!  Noooo!  Wally! Thomas thinks you are food!  Run!

 Wally is introduced to his new digs.  

He loves the cool retro furniture and especially the two radios.  

The big radio even has a turntable to play old 78 vinyl records.

 Wally is a baby so he doesn’t think twice about crawling up on the table.

 In fact he has no problem standing on the furniture in his new place.  

He just has one question. 

“By any chance does a big guy named Sluggo live here?”

NO WONDER THINGS MOVE SLOW AT THE POST OFFICE

I've been spending more time than I usually do at our local post office.

I'm learning about shipping prices and envelopes and overseas first class rates

since opening my Watercolor Painting Etsy shop.  While I was getting ready to

send a painting to the U.K. other day I took a second look 

at a sign that has been over the P.O. door for a very long time 

and went, "hmmmmmmm." to myself.

When something is standing still, it's stationAry.

That piece of paper you write a letter on is stationEry.

Let the "E" in stationery remind you of envelope.

After working for several years at a wedding invitation printing business

I should have seen that one sooner.

ON THE RADIO

A long, long time ago...

I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.

DH and I were newly weds living in a basement apartment

in a college town.  I was working full time to help put him 

through school and he was working nights at the

local radio station as a disk jockey.

Do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your mortal soul,

and can you teach me how to dance real slow?

This meant I often spent the nights alone listening to my

sweetheart's voice sending out dedications and reading

the news and weather to anyone who'd tune in.

He'd signal it was a good time for me to bring him an evening

snack by playing a bouncy little song by the 

Jackie Gleason Orchestra.  I knew when he was

taking a break to walk down the long hall to the

bathroom because he'd cue up "MacArthur Park."

It took over seven minutes for Richard Harris

to finish wailing,

Someone left the cake out in the rain, 

I don't think that I can take it 

'cause it took so long to bake it,

and I'll never have that recipe again.

Oh, no!"

Sometimes I'd go down to the studio and help my hubby 

pick out music from the station's 

huge collection of LP's.  I'd get bored with

the standard playlist and occasionally slip in

something to add variety.  DH thought

he'd get fired when he heard Johnny Cash singing,

I'm gettin' swallered by a boa constrictor...

give me a break, snake!

Johnny Cash and the Boa Constrictor

HEAD OUT ON THE HIGHWAY, LOOKIN' FOR ADVENTURE

A wedding invitation took DH and me to Utah this weekend. 

As much as I enjoyed the ceremony and the party and the family gathering…

I really disliked the traffic.

 This Idaho Potatohead isn’t used to buildings over two stories tall.

 Although one of them was up-to-the-ceiling full of splendid art supplies!

But back to the traffic on Interstate 15 through Salt Lake City--

 Too many vehicles all hurtling down the highway--

 BIG wheels spinning at eighty miles an hour just a few feet away--

 Even when we were out of the city, the pace of the traffic 

was well over the posted limit.

 Only moments after we passed this distracting sign—

 Everything came to a stand still.

 When one lane was finally opened up for travel 

we crept past a line-up of highway patrol cars, lights blinking.

Then a fender-bender that must have involved at least three vehicles.

  Fortunately it didn’t look like the collisions had resulted in serious injuries.

 So, although Idaho weather is cold and ugly for long periods of time,

 it tends to keep away the crowds.

 This is an Idaho traffic jam.