Tag: Fun

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.

Posted in Humor

“Pine-Apple-ing”

Posted on by Neal Saye

So I walked into our bathroom, an hour or so ago, in order to, well you know.

I started to sit down and saw this …

“Wait, what’s going on?” I thought, as I leisurely, then worriedly gazed at the curtained window. “Is this my bathroom?! Where AM I?”

“Is that an alien just outside my bathroom window? Look at his/her TALL hair!”

Terrified, I was ready to squeal, to yell for HR (Husband Robert- you know that!) to come help me, when I decided that, “No, let’s pull back the curtain. Kind of like with the Wizard of Oz.”

And then I realized.

HR had just put the pineapple in the bathroom window to catch some sun and ripen a bit more.

But seriously, IN THE BATHROOM?!