Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for March 11, 2013

“He had none, and I felt sorry for him,” said Frank, frankly.

Lenny may have a heart of gold, but his brain is about four pennies short of a nickle.

I hope he took the wallet out first.

I’ts March. Most everyone’s legs are pasty white.

Tough day at the office !

“Well, Honey,” he says…..“I’d have lent him these instead…. but you don’t like it if I wear my slacks without underwear.”

Hi Red!

I’m well…. you?Got time for a wee dram?

Do you enjoy the extra daylight hour, since you’re not an early morning worker?

Wow…. your initial comment was slow to appear for me….wasn’t here last time I refreshed.

I don’t suppose you want a banana daiquiri?

There’s still a lot in the blender… er… grinder….so I’m having one.Duty, you know…LOL

Any time…. and yeah, I agree.

As a nightcap I prefer Scotch myself. or even brandy…but I don’t drink that much and can’t switch.

It was such a fine evening a few hours ago, with the teeniest hint that Spring might get here some day after all….a banana daiquiri seemed perfect.

Hmmm…. not Edinburgh Arts Festival…..probably not East African…. anything…..

AH….. furnace?

Didn’t you once say you work in a refinery?

I am One with the Google.

I think every workplace and group has jargon…. and when you go home you’re so used to it you throw it into conversations.

And your friends stare blankly or roll their eyes.

I recently was texting with a friend, and wrote that I had to leave to do a h/c.

I got back “What’s a h/c?”

Totally forgot that not everybody is a hairstylist.

(In a salon, you write “h/c” for a haircut in the appointment book.)

Goodnight Red…

Hope you’re getting some nice weather tomorrow, and can enjoy the extra evening daylight.

G’night!

#1. sign just said “coat and tie”. #2. taking my meds again, aren’t you harry?

aarf

Nazz…. are you up early, or late?I’m just checking in to say good night!2am on the west coast….

And Stel…. your coffee is waiting….Just let yourself in….in fact, everybody…. banana bread at the salon….just wake me up….not before 11….

I’m thinking that’s an explanation that you really don’t want to hear, but have to ask for.

On January 23, 2013, Ted and Alice, the next door neighbors, had the following disagreement about Snoopie wearing Ted’s clothes:

Frank took pity on poor Snoopie and finally decided to lend out his pants…only until the right ones come along at the Ballard Thrift, Tattoo and Tent Rental Store (where, incidently, Snoopie found the perfect shirt!).

He was at a Shakespeare show.He is a bit hard of hearing. It was Julius Ceasar“Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your…..he heard pants not ears. So up on stage they went. No? Well then………He is sucha great guy. Some will give you the shirt off their back he gives you the pants off his butt.

Frank is just a little light in the loafers ( or actually, a little bare above the Bostonians ).

I’m going in for a root canal this afternoon. My first one. I’m not looking forward to it.

Ok, went all the way to an old blog of Teresa’s and found it there:

This one had me in tears…

Susan, check out CD.

Stel, Love, love, love the rooster pouring the coffee!

Oooh Stel…. it’s…. just…. it’s lovely…really it is…. psst…. you guys….shhh…..but do you think Stel has gone a bit bananas?

Thanks Dry…. will check.

Hope it went all right Brian.

Hi Nazz…. Got any shorter stories?

Stel…. I do love the rooster-shoe-crown-purfume-bottle-purse.

Is there a monkey or bunny rabbit one?(I do need it to have a crown as well, please.)

I’m glad you did OK, Bri.

A little brandy at the Tiki might do you good.

Medicinal, you know….and virtual, so you can even drive home….

thems mity nice Stel… butta aint gots room fur mah nanners…now THIS is a monky purse… uh, satchul..!!!!

(ginywine nawgerhyde emported frum Turdmunkistan)

Monkey!

I’m not sure it’s a good idea to be “Not so serious” with a gun in your hand!

Please, sweetie…. remember what happened last time you shot at targets in your office.

Oh Stel…. I love them!

Unlike some people … er… friends and Sheriffs I know…. I don’t have to carry bananas everywhere I go.

Only if I go somewhere with him!And he’s been awfully busy sheriffing and keeping bar….

Collin is having a miserable week and its Wednesday and not getting better. Usually, its day by day, things get better and better. Not so, Collin. It seems so fuzzy. Monday, Collin slept right past his dentist appointment, ended up watering the lawn during Star Trek. Then the garage door opener stopped working, but it’s OK now. Monday night Collin couldn’t sleep, he was wondering why Shirley had been so patient about the garage door opener, did she know it was going to start working again and when did she know it? Tuesday, what a mess. The toilet stopped up, Rusty Boy slipped under the fence again and Stan lost some of the checker pieces. And now it’s Wednesday and Collin is having to explain himself out of a very difficult situation and it all seems so fuzzy. All Collin knows for sure; he is having a terrible dose of reverse polka dot madness, a severe case of skinny ankles and Shirley is going to have a headache again. He was sitting on the bus having a wonderful time, happy to be going home so early. When out of nowhere the guy behind him asked for a piece of gum, a baby in the back started crying, the bus turned left on Main instead of right, and the kid across the isle wanted to trade pants but got off the bus before the deal was done. Collin never considered the kid wouldn’t give him his pants back!!

Classic lines:

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Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!

Nice cover!

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