Summer Fun, Summer Not

We Floridians are lucky enough to have Summer all year around. (And by "lucky," I mean "sweaty.") For the rest of you, it's a good thing bakeries are pumping out Summer cakes like we're all going to melt tomorrow. {Checking Orlando weather... Oh wait, we are.} You can take these cakes as a reminder of all the fun activities you'll have this season!

Like taking your first bite of juicy watermelon:

There's nothing more satisfying on a hot "Summev" day than a slice of warm, leathery melon. Mmm.

And nothing says "Summer Fun" like a computer mouse and a bedroom slipper. Fun indeed!

Heh... yeah, those flip-flops sure are a computer mouse and a bedroom slipp...

{ushering the kids out of the room...}

OKAY, I'm just gonna say it because I know half of you are already thinking it. The flop on the right looks a little... enhanced. You know, like, manly? No? Alrighty then. (Step one: open gutter. Step two: remove mind.)
 

Taking a family trip to the beach is always a favourite:

I hope all that stuff is to scale.

(Really... picture it. Walk through it. C'mon, let's do it together. The birds are bigger than the people. The fish are bigger than the people. The shells are real, and they're also bigger than the people. And the people may or may not be naked. P.S.- tilted evergreen tree. That is all.)

You could say taking your first dip in the water is when Summer truly begins.:

Didn't their moms ever warn them to wait 30 minutes after eating? [Neck cramp! Neck cramp!]

But be careful out there, because creating your own personal Shark Week would be a total summer bummer:

"You're gonna need a bigger fork."

Happy Summer, everyone!

Jackie P., Jess K., Amber S., Paul and Connie, and Holly C., we hope your Summer is a cool and breezy 83 degrees. 'Cause it's freakin' hot here. Seriously. My fingers are sweating as I type this.

The Far Side of the Wreck

I grew up reading The Far Side. My folks owned several of the books, and I can remember many happy nights curled up with the dry wit and bizarre observations of Mr. Gary Larson. I have no doubt this affected my own somewhat twisted sense of humor, because sometimes - usually after seeing something just a bit off - I'll hear an unmistakably Larson-esque narration start in my head.

You know, kind of like this:

Alone and outnumbered, C3pO did his best to blend in.

After a spritz of soda and a quick scrubbing, no one would ever guess at the dark events that transpired that fateful, frosting-filled night.

"So I says to him, 'Hey, Rabbit, it's my house and I'll hang a singing fish if I want to. And if you don't like his politics, find yourself another honey pot!'"

Bob surveyed his handiwork with pride. If only the Society of Delicate Penmanship and Context-Appropriate Color Coordination could see him now!

Buck couldn't help it: he laughed.

Unfortunately, the hunter's hearing turned out to be much better than his eyesight.

Thanks, Leah W., Julie B., Jaclyn B., Deborah F., & Matt W. You guys are far out.