Anyone else find this sign a wee bit absurd? A multi-billion dollar industry that thrives on our society’s fixation with accumulating and storing stuff extolling the virtue of minimalism…

In my ongoing effort to be careful with my money I stopped into a dollar store and picked up some new shoelaces. It was too good to be true and now I know why. And yes, I discovered this issue right before work so I had to watch my step that night.

Maybe I should get a cat…*

*When I had cats they eschewed all purchased cat toys in favor of household “trash”. Items like crumpled newspaper, paper bags, old shoelaces (and, of course, boxes of any size) were the toys of choice.

Recently came across this little gem and it immediately shot to the top of my favorite joke list. As with most of these treasures, it’s best if you read it out loud.

How can you tell the gender of an ant?

Put it in water.

If it sinks, girl ant. If it floats, …

I can’t help it, every time I walk by this patio light it reminds me of a Stormtroopeer helmet. Does it frighten me, this member of the Galactic (aka Evil) Empire? Nah, I know they can’t hit anything! Pew pew!

Down here in Florida they say you can tell it’s Fall when the license plates start to change color. And while there has been an influx of out of state plates lately, this one stuck out.

Rather surprising that the Count would want to visit the Sunshine State!

*P.S. Yes, I know, Transylvania is a college in Kentucky.

I just had to walk around the block in order to capture this signage. Oh, if only this were true! Of all the playground equipment, the teeter-totter is probably the one item that needs to be regulated. No jumping off while someone is in the air, for instance.

Even funnier? There is no playground at this park. Not a single swing nor slide and most definitely not a teeter-totter!

Spotted this while getting groceries last week. Cue the pronunciation argument. One…two…three…

As a former bartender (and lover of word play), I’ve collected a few bar jokes over the years. Here’s my new favorite:

A man walks into a bar with a newt.

Bartender asks, “What’s your pet’s name?”

Man, “Tiny.”

Bartender, “Why do you call him Tiny?”

Man, “Because he’s my newt.”

As with most bar jokes, its best said aloud…

The real rub is that the Snook fishery is closed here in the Gulf of Mexico (because of ongoing red tide concerns).

Not a single one parked within the lines in an otherwise empty parking lot. And I wonder why auto insurance rates are so ridiculous down here in Florida. Sigh…