DG didn’t like what I did to him when I drew him as and elf, so I have been tossing around some better ideas on how to dress him up for the holidays.
I thought he might do nicely as a candy cane.
Well, OK then. Maybe he could be dressed up as a star.
Or then maybe he could be a sheep.
Ah. I’ve got it. Scrooge! DG is Scrooge!
After I did that Fat Gag, DG was so worried about what I might do to him in his Santa Suit that he decided this year to dress up as an Elf.
Because you are an Elf, and Elves are short.
OK. Have it your way.
Some people are just never satisfied.
Thanksgiving dinner is over, so I dew a picture of DG all settled into his easy chair after the meal.
Bwaaa haa haaaa.
Oh, you think that’s bad? Wait till you see what I do to you in the Santa Suit.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
It has been a loooong time since we blogged anything.
Why is that?
Well….. nothing is funny anymore.
No, it’s not.
NO… it’s NOT!
OK then. Here’s a joke.
Two men walk into a food riot….
Yes it is.
YES… it IS!
Gotcha.
Now that DG is friends with the bees, I think maybe he got a little bit too cozy with them.
You know, DG, sometimes those Bee Hugs only go one way.
Also, did you know that a bee can only sting you once?
Yeah. Once a bee stings you it dies.
But then maybe it isn’t all that bad…. it could have been a hornet that stung you, and a hornet doesn’t die after stinging.
…. so then….. it can come back and sting you again.
The heat has broken for now, and I heard the lawn mower being pushed around outside. Yay!
I ran outside to congratulate DG for finally getting off his derriere and doing some yard work. This is what I found.
What the heck?
So, then who is pushing the lawn mower around?
How do you suppose he made that happen?
Speaking of getting a bee in your bonnet… now that the heat has broken I managed to get DG out of the house for a bit.
Unfortunately, it seems that one of the bumble bees has taken a liking to him.
Actually, I think that the bumbler just wants to give DG a big ol’ Bee Hug.
While we have been locked in the house by this outrageous heat, DG got a bee in his bonnet to take a stab at making his own simulated fireworks.
Here is what he came up with.
Um. Not quite sure what to say.
Baby steps, DG, baby steps.
It’s so hot…
Chorus: How hot is it?
It’s so hot that we had a cookout yesterday and didn’t have to turn on the grill.
It’s so hot…
Chorus: How hot is it?
It’s so hot that we are drinking hot coffee to cool off.
It’s so hot…
Chorus: How hot is it?
It’s so hot that the thermometer is showing a temperature higher than DG’s IQ.
It’s so hot…
Chorus: How hot is it?
Q.E.D.
DG is really complaining about this heat wave.
I can only imagine the complaining if he actually left the air conditioned house and went outside.
