This is the last of the Jamaica photos. I call this one, “A Little Slice of Heaven.”
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Snapshot #132
I strolled for a bit around the neighborhood last evening with my friend, Linda and her adorable dog. Let’s call this one, “A Walk with Rusty!”
Guaranteed to Make You Dance
Get up. Dance naked in front of the mirror. It’s all good. Ed Sheeran’s in love with your body, why shouldn’t you love it, too?
Sophisticated
A box of merlot and a round of Babybel cheese. Does it get any better than this?
Snapshot #131
This is another picture I took while vacationing in Jamaica. I call it, “There’s Magic in a Tropical Sunset.”
Breath Mints and Poop Emojis
Wednesday mid-morning I was bumming around the house. Boredom set in. I knew that if I didn’t get out of the house as soon as possible I’d be reduced to watching crappy morning tv shows and snacking, neither of which are healthy hobbies.
So, I threw on a pair of denim capris and my favorite blue tshirt and headed to my go to boredom beating destination: Walmart. The best thing about Walmart is that you can have a good time even if you don’t spend a dime. That should be their slogan. Walmart: Have a Good Time Without Spending a Dime! Ok, I guess advertising isn’t my thing.
Since I didn’t have anything in particular to shop for I wandered around in circles for awhile, picking up a new water dish for my cats, a couple of really cheap picture frames ($1.59 folks!), and some breath mints. Bitches never have enough breath mints. (I’ve been dying to type that phrase. I have no idea why.)
As usual Walmart had its amusing moments. Did you know that bean bag chairs in the shape of the 💩 (poop) emoji exist? Me neither! But look:
As bean bag chairs go, it was small. Child-sized. What kind of parent buys a poop emoji bean bag chair for their child? An awesome one, for sure.
As luck would have it I saw this hanging out beside the checkout line, right next to the small packages of Cheet-Os and Doritos. This made me giggle out loud.
Can’t you just picture Trump skulking around the White House in the middle of the night? He’s wielding a baseball bat as Ivanka cowers in fear behind him.
“Are you sure you heard a noise,” he asks his beloved daughter/acting First Lady.
“Yes, father, it sounded like it was coming from the press room.”
The two peer into the murky space and what do they see? Big Bird and Elmo busily texting Putin. Yes, that’s why Trump really wants to defund NPR and PBS! Damned muppet spies!
The fearless leader whacks both of them with the bat and Ivanka assists in removing all traces of their bloody deaths. Russian spies gone for good.
See, I told you Walmart is a great boredom beater! Now, go have an awesome day.
Peace, people!
Gallows Humor
Snapshot #130
Several years ago I spent a couple of weeks visiting my sister-in-law and her husband in Jamaica. I took hundreds of photos and then promptly lost my digital camera a couple of weeks after my return home. Fortunately I’d uploaded a few to my computer. This is one of them. I call it, “Welcome to Jamaica, Mon!”
Would You Look at This?
C.J. Box just retweeted my tweet. Feeling pretty special.
Tallahassee Museum with the Grandkids
My daughter and her family arrived at our home last Wednesday after driving straight through from their home in Illinois. The three grandkids slept much of the way, but their parents needed naps upon arrival.
Poppa (Studly Doright) entertained four-year-old Harper, while Garrett (14), and McKayla (12), accompanied me on some not-so-exciting errands so the house would be quiet for the “old folks.”
After the parents awakened I suggested we take the crew to the Tallahassee Museum, which is really part zoo, part zip-lining adventure, and part historical site. I’d been before, but Studly hadn’t, and none of our guests had ever visited this gem.
I’m always so nervous that my suggestions won’t go over well, and this one didn’t get off to a promising start. Harper balked at the entrance and had to be coaxed to continue, but after a cold lemonade and a bit of time on the playground equipment, she was all smiles.
Poppa decided that he and Garrett should give the tree-to-tree adventure a try, and the two of them set off to be fitted for harnesses and given instructions on hooking on to the safety lines. Poppa came to regret this quest, but Garrett took to the trees like a duck to water. 
Somehow I forgot to take photos of the wolves, foxes, and birds of prey, but I remembered to have a good time.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 