My Sister's House . . .

Welcome to my sister's house.

If you are not a solicitor come on in and take a look around.

If you are a solicitor keep knocking and ringing the doorbell until someone answers.


This bowling ball is in her garden.

It is too heavy to carry three more feet to the front door.

That's my sister.

That's her front door.

She likes it when I pull one of those sticks out of the pot and bang on her front door instead of ringing the doorbell when I visit.

She really likes it when I poke her with it when she opens the door.

She likes it even better when I throw it across the street like a javelin.

She thinks it's hilarious when I use one of those sticks to pole vault over her house and let myself in through the back door.

This is the inside of my sister's fireplace.

A fire has never burned here.

Her husband is a Fireman.

We call him Smokey.

There are no fires on his watch.

This is a corner of my sister's dressing room.

Those angel wings on the chandelier are real.

They come from her days as a Victoria's Secret model.

She wears them everywhere.

This is her troll collection.

She says they remind her of me.

This is her laundry room.

It is for decorative purposes only and is too pretty to use.

It shows her sweet side.

This is her downstairs guest bathroom.


It shows her naughty side.


Those framed pictures are covers of Playboy magazines.


Men go in there and stay forever.


I prefer to use the bathroom upstairs with the framed covers of Playgirl magazines.

Men never go in there.

It's my favorite bathroom and it's not because of the framed man candy.

It's because the toilet seat is always down.

The end.

Foto Friday Fiesta . . .

Saw this sign on our vacation in Arizona.

What in nundation is that?

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On The Road Again . . .

We did some more sightseeing today on our vacation in Arizona.

That's a rock formation. In case you weren't sure.

That's a "Pickle Farm".

It wasn't kosher, so we kept on driving.

This is my sister-in-law.

She hid her "Big Earl Burger" in her big hair right before I took this picture.

She's posing at a roadside hamburger stand.

I told her those shoes would scream tourist, but she wouldn't listen.

This is the Spider-Man Stagecoach.

It's not half as cool today, as it was yesterday, when I was sitting at the bar staring at it for a couple of hours.

I sang the Spider-Man song just loud enough for the entire bar to hear.

I wanted to see if anyone else noticed what I noticed, without seeming like I was being too obvious.

The bartender cut me off.

I think the artist is a relative of his.

Darn those root beer floats.

They get me in trouble every time.

Come back tomorrow and see the cast of characters who joined me on vacation.

Road Trip . . .

We rounded up the family and hit the open road for a trip to Arizona.
I was the co-pilot.

This is what we saw for the entire drive.
Except when we saw this.

We drove for so long and so far - we ended up in Mecca.

I prefer Nirvana myself . . . Mecca is a little overrated if you ask me.

This is what we drove 6 hours to see. It's "The World's Biggest Pickle", with an alien force field next to it.

It looks like an English Cucumber to me.

What do I know?

I'm not from these parts.

I was ready to come home, but my family says there are more pickles to see.

I don't even like pickles.

Come back tomorrow and see the only Spider-Man Stagecoach in existence.

I won't even charge admission.

Foto Friday Fiesta . . .

Another random photo favorite.

Kids are always losing stuff when they come to my house.

Can you tell what's missing here?

He came with two.

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