Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 11, 2023

They actually rerun some of the days when nothing much happens to see if anyone notices. I’m pretty sure the first Wednesday in March has been run a few times. But frankly my dear, I don’t give a dam (sic).

Law of precedences.

Raised in a large Catholic family, I am the grunt and despise of this.

I hope you weren’t waiting for one that isn’t another day.

…friends, Froglandians, lend me your ears…

…nah…

…too corny…

Beware of the Macca Ear Worm…

Of all the days I’ve ever experienced…. this was one of them.

… the day, after that, well, it’s likely to be a new day, but may rather be like the day, preceding it!!

Shucked and awe.

Life passes slowly, just this side of Paradise.

https://youtu.be/gjOynxM24D0

Here, it’s always today.

Does this mean I can think about it tomorrow? Or the next day?

Ty, is that you?

My brain has been lain waste. I keep seeing and hearing a cartoon character (fill in a name here), systematically munching corn on the cob as though working on a typewriter.

Question: Who loves corn the most?

Nebraska? (named their football team after it)

South Dakota? (built a palace out of it)

Oklahoma? (raise it as high as an elephant’s eye)

Kansas? (Kansas? Kansas? paging Kansas?)

amaizeing

Corporal Captain, meet Lt. Kernel.

As my ole granny used to say, “Today is the Tomorrow you worried about Yesterday … AND NOW YOU KNOW WHY!!”

Space eats, Paces® Picanta Sauce w/Corn Tortilla Chips and a shot of Tortilla® Tequila.

Otherwise, Get a rope.

I was thinking about today yesterday …

now yesterday is gone …!

( pro-cras-tin-ation … it’s driving me Lame )

The proverb is tomorrow never comes. (The movie, Tomorrow Never Dies, is less evident)

Lame. As usual.

By the author of “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.”

Aw shucks, nothing like a little corn between friends. Gather round and spark up the corn cob peace pipe. 1001 uses for the kernel. 101 uses for the cob. The ole outhouse staple. Same sh!t, different day. Same sh!t, different cob. They are not reusable.

What the shuck?

Kinda Cornish

Aphoristically, if not artistically, as bland and banal as canned whole kernel corn. Fresh on the cob is good, if slathered with butter (or your preferred butter-substitute).

Shakespeare puts it well in the Scottish play: https://tinyurl.com/y7dzfp4l