Tag: Fun

Posted in Family, Humor

“Yolking It”

Posted on by Neal Saye

So here’s a little shot of a corner of our kitchen. Our trio basket of perishables. Some of our cook books. A few spices.

But wait, before you move on, take a moment to look back up in the upper left hand corner of the photo.

See them? Two little chicken heads.

When both of them transitioned to our home via Amazon, I had no idea what they were.

But Robert had … adopted them.

I endured their relentless clucking for several days until I finally confronted HR and asked him, “Why? What?”

Unfazed by my frustrated confusion, he simply directed me to look at their mouths

“Oh … kay…” I answered, still not understanding.

“Neal, you crack an egg into the crown of the cute little dish. Then you tilt it forward and only the egg white pours out of the mouth!!!

He explained this with absolute thrill.

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

“But I just crack the egg and pour out the white carefully, “I replied.

Robert just stared back.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #21

Posted on by Neal Saye

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

So recently HR (“Husband Robert,” come on now, you know that) made a simple but yummy breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage patties (from local fresh-from-the-farm-meats 920 Cattle & Company, up the road from us).

“Neal, it’s ready.”

I morning-stumbled to the table … and almost instantly SAW THEM.

Twins. TWINS! Dressed in casual but elegant Sunshine Morning Yellow Rompers.

I sat down. Asked their names.

“Lisa and Liam, sir. Yours?”

“Neal.”

“You both look so cute,” I gushed. “And you smell just SO good!”

“Thank you,” they hesitantly responded.

“Are you a cannibal, sir?”

Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 8/5/23 “$1.5 Billion Pickles“

Posted on by Neal Saye

So today, after buying the winning ticket for Monday Night’s $1.5 billion Mega Millions Lottery …

… a distressing thought occurred to me, interrupting my more-pleasant day dream about the hippest colors for matching Land Rovers for Robert and me. The Distressing Thought:

“What if, because of some Freak Accident by The Universe, I DON’T WIN?!”

After hyperventilating and falling into the depths of despair far too long for a man of my age, I finally came to my senses, realizing that there’s more than one way to get 1.5 billion dollars. Duh.

Then, Creative that I am, it didn’t take me long to come up with a viable Plan B.

A PICKLE BUSINESS!

Right?! Yes?! You with me?

I got to work, feeling so lucky that HR and I had just purchased some beautiful fancy cucumbers.

TIB (Truth in Blogging): Robert prepped the cucumbers, using his Fancy Stainless Steel Kitchen Mandoline Slicer thingy, which he won’t let me ANYWHERE near. He says I would kill myself because of my wandering attention span.

See? You’re believing in me now, I bet.

The name of my new $1.5 Billion Pickle Company?

“NEAL’S DILLS,” of course.