An actual newspaper that I kept out of recycling till I got around to taking a picture of.
I shared this photo to a Facebook group about puns (Punmanship: A Salute to Bennett Cerf). I thought I would also use it for my blog post, because, as is often the case, I got nuthin’. Then again, this is Lame Post Friday. I can just type in some nonsense and hit Publish. Then I can get back to beginning my weekend.
Earlier today I had another idea for a Friday feature. It was alliterative, which regular readers know I love. Can I remember it now? Of course not! How lame is that? And speaking of lame, I also did not run today. I hang my head in shame (not too low, though, or I wouldn’t be able to see my keyboard, that’s bad for blogging).
Also at work today, I had a bout of completely unexplained Foul Mood. There I was, late in the day, work mostly done, almost free for two days, and suddenly I felt mean. I warned a co-worker not to look at my cross-eyed, because a Foul Mood had suddenly come upon me. He accused me of calling him a Foul Mood, which led to some chicken and rooster puns (get it? Fowl Mood?), which alleviated the foul mood (see what I did there? I capitalized it when I had it then lowercased it when it was over) (what, computer? Capitalized is a word but lowercased is not? That the hell?).
This is the most foolish Lame Friday Post I can remember (given that I cannot offhand remember any Friday Lame Posts in particular). I’ll just finish with a picture for good measure. What goes good with a sidewalk pun?
This is in front of my house.
How about a sidewalk and peonies? I know: pretty lame!
Mohawk Valley Girl 