AARP insurance

Hubby has been working on perfecting an escape plan, should we ever be attacked by aliens. We call it our Alien Abduction Resistance Plan (AARP). He has an escape route just about ready . . . just needs a few adjustments.

We may need to make the hatch just a little bigger.

in the event of an actual abduction . . . arms must be inside the hatch at all times

in the event of an actual abduction . . . arms must be inside the hatch at all times

(You may notice this is tagged for last week’s Photo Challenge: Infinite. That’s because the universe is infinite, and there could be an infinite number of aliens out there, waiting for that perfect abduction opportunity. I’m just lettin’ ’em know we’re prepared. That’s all.)

I’m A Lumi National

I’m not from around here.  To you earthlings, I would be an alien. I am known as ≤¿≥, a <*^*> from a Lumi nation – which, strangely enough, speaks English with a slightly southern accent. My  <*^*> home, named Solar Perplexus, is on the tiny planet Spenceria near the Dog Star.

We are a <*^*> of varied intelligence and talents. Our greatest asset is our love of light. We clasp it, grasp it, share it, wear it, and even exude it from our ^*^ in all directions, especially when we’re very excited. It has always been our greatest protection too, as our enemies cannot abide in the light. They’re those little #/# monsters. Ugly creatures, every one. But I don’t worry about them. I have the advantage – I’m not afraid of the dark, but they are afraid of the light.

Now, if you came to visit my planet, you might see lights of all sorts, and maybe even think you recognize some of them. They may LOOK like things you have here on this planet, but don’t be fooled. They’re the real <*^*> homegrown specimens. For the benefit of you mere earthlings, I’ll share a few of my favorite lights. No, I didn’t copy you, earthling – you copied me!

Each item pictured here represents a different aspect of life in our <*^*> culture. See if you can guess what they are. No peeking at the description until you’ve guessed!

Twinkle, twinkle, little eye

Twinkle, twinkle, little eye,
How I wonder why you cry.
Life is good and life is bad –
That’s no cause to be so sad.
Take a look, you’re not alone;
You have a twin – you two are one!
So rest your eyelids, say good night,
Put those lonely thoughts to flight.
Now, twinkle, twinkle, little eyes –
Shine together – oh, that’s nice!!
 

(Thought I’d try out this weekly writing challenge, “Just Do It,” but naturally I forgot on all my posts to provide a link to that challenge! So here it is!)

Paper Scissors Rock – and Dinner Rolls

But jelly donut.

Just thought I’d share that finding. It can’t be unfounded, because I found it. Not that anybody needed to hear it – but it did complete my daily diet of wit & wisdom. It’s gratuitous input – no charge. Free. Take it or leave it. Leave a fiver with it, though, if you must leave it – or, better yet, take it with that grain of salt over there by the door. Makes it more palatable, I suppose – or else why would we always be taking stuff with grains of salt?? Or sticking our tongues in our cheeks when we tell something? That only tends to make the tongue sore and the words a bit garbled, and certainly doesn’t improve the quality of the delivery!

Do you ever get in a frame of mind where all those sillies just roll around and dribble behind your eyeballs, and get your funny-cells all stirred up in your brain? Happens to me all the time. There I’ll be, minding my own business, doing my job or talking to my husband or reading a book, and I can feel it start. There’s this little “snick-snicker-snerk-POP” and some silly word game or pretzel thought gets all snarled up inside and around my serious brain-cells. Well, there goes MY day. I’m off into my own little world, making up words or trying odd combinations of otherwise perfectly sane and coherent phrases.  Who’d a thunk it – dinner rolls!

It’s late, my mind is generating its own fog bank, and my tongue is permanently stuck in my cheek. Owie. I should’ve bitten it when I had the chance! Too late now.

I know, in my serious moments, that my original intent tonight was to share our day trip to Silver Falls and its immediate vicinity, but somehow those pretzel thoughts took over and twisted the others up with them. Perhaps this would be better left until tomorrow, when my proper thinking cap will once again be firmly planted on the back of my head, and I’ll have conquered all pretzels with my paper scissors. All will be well in the land of Gnawed…er…Nod….oh, I give up. Good night.

but it was a fun trip