I’M BACK TO SWEEPING THE FLOOR AND HUMMING TO MYSELF………..

A QUIET DAY AT OUR HOUSE

Don’t know if it was the gray cloud cover that put me in a funk this morning but our short Jeep drive over to the Hullett Marsh and back didn’t result in one single photo.  Oh it’s not that the photos weren’t out there, I just woke up with my head not screwed on right again.  I don’t know what goes on in the night while I’m sleeping.  Is somebody sneaking in the back door and repeatedly whacking me over the head with a big sack of wooshy wet noodles??.  Couldn’t seem to get myself lifted out of the funk all day so it’s a short post tonight.  I’m back to sweeping the kitchen floor and humming to myself…………….

‘DEAR OH DEAR NOT MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT TONIGHT’

In Tuesday’s post I had a photo of a boat out on Lake Huron west of Goderich but didn’t know what it was.  Thanks to reader Mr. Ed for somehow identifying that vessel and coming up with some interesting research about it and what it was doing out there.  Here’s the link Mr. Ed sent regarding the Lake Guardian.

GROANER’S CORNER:(( A woman was driving down the street in a sweat because she had an important meeting and couldn’t find a parking space. Looking up toward heaven, she said, “Lord, take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I’ll go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up drinking wine.”Miraculously, a parking space opened up right in front of her destination.The woman looked up to heaven and said, “Never mind, Lord; I just found one on my own.”

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- “I wrote a novel about religious women. The library put it in the nun fiction section.”

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Joe said, "Know what, Charlie? I killed 5 flies yesterday, 3 males and 2 females." "How could you tell them apart, Joe? asked Charlie. "Joe replied, "It was easy. The 3 males were sitting on a a case of beer, and the 2 females were on the phone."

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Knock Knock
Who's there?
Ivana!
Ivana who?
Ivana be rich!

Just in case that one is a repeat here’s another one:))

Knock knock.

Who’s there?

Mustache.

Mustache who?

I mustache you a question, but I’ll shave it for later.