Tag: Playful

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 Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 9/1/23

Posted on by Neal Saye

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. HR’s homemade version of the Egg McMuffin. Really good!

(Should I make him apply for a job at McDonald’s?)

2. Surviving Idalia here in my Savannah.

But nothing too bad where we are near the river. Thanksgiving!

3. This article about trees in Atlanta. PLEASE READ IT. It’s so much more than just about trees.

Here’s the link:

https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/28/opinions/atlanta-tree-canopy-climate-heat-cop-city-wilkinson/index.html

4. My (and your) ability to make decisions. To weigh pros and cons.

5. The Joy of Friday. Maybe it’s because I am a retired educator, but every Friday morning brings me a bit of unfiltered joy, the beginning of the weekend!

May this Friday introduce a joyous weekend ahead for you.

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?”