Return of Pass the Puns...

It's been a few weeks since I've posted my cheese. There have been a variety of reasons for this, most of them liquor induced and involving some small wish for the pain to stop, the Tylenol bottle to magically refill itself and a general wish for the world to stop spinning on it's axis.

My parents must be soooo proud of me. Snicker.

Ahem, it seems I am digressing into the world of passive aggressiveness. Focus, T, focus.

This morning I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping, the frogs singing, my dog softly snoring and Fric and Frac whispering. They were actually concerned about waking me up. They were being considerate.

Damn it. The one morning I wake up early and can't get back to sleep, they decide to act like the children I work hard to raise. Polite and respectful. Where the hell are these kids when I'm begging for more sleep, and little hoodlums are chasing each other through the house while practising their war whoops?

Ahem. I'm like a small child distracted by a butterfly this morning. Sorry folks. Back to the cheese. I have some and I'm willing to share. (Don't you feel so lucky now??)

Now I'm off to go chase butterflies and harness the power of a ten year old and a nine year old. There's 20 acres of lawn waiting to be mowed, and it's not going to mow itself. Nor will it be mowed by me.

Just picture me with a lemonade in one hand, a whip in the other, a dog under my lounge chaise while I yell, bark out, er, encourage the kiddies to mow in a straight line. Yah. That's it.

Enjoy your day, and le fromage.

A toothless termite walked into a saloon and asked, "Is the bar tender here?"