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…

The first image is an accurate assessment of my predicament. Trying to time my mowing between rain events is a fun challenge. As for the second one, I don’t water my lawn, but it made me laugh.

In between sunsets and beach walks, I have been working on my (seemingly) endless list of house and yard projects. Sadly, one thing I’ll never be able to cross off my list is mowing.

There is a downside to having the largest yard in the neighborhood, I have a lot more to mow! Ah, summertime in Florida…

To the tune of Rawhide:

“Mowing, mowing, mowing,

The grass just keeps on growing,

Keep those mowers mowing,

Too high!”

After a few dry months, our rainy season started a couple weeks ago. Which means everything is greening up nicely (and that I have to mow, sigh).

As a former desert rat, I appreciate a good thunderstorm and the precipitation it brings. However, I think a more appropriate name for this time of year would be Mosquito Season. Tried to explore a new nature preserve the other morning but was instantly swarmed by the hungry girls.

A can of bug spray now resides in the back of my car, joining the ever-present sunscreen, hat, and extra pair of flip flops (never know when you’re gonna have a blowout).