Two billy-goats gruff.
Bella was all gasps in the petting zoo.
(cameo appearance of Tim's nose)
Mamabel and Papa's house (currently Granny and Grandad's house, too)
Mamabel's favorite spot was the swing on the front porch.
The shed in the background of the blueberry bushes. Papa spent hours trying to outwit the birds who loved to steal his blueberries.
If by chance you stopped by and couldn't find the "old folks" in the house, which was never locked; this was the second place to look -Papa's shed. The door would be propped open and Mamabel would be sitting just inside watching Papa saw out the pieces for his swings.
While reminiscing about the old days we got to hear and share some funny Mamabel stories like these:
Mama, Mamabel, and a neighbor named Jo would head to Penney's outlet while us kids were in school. (All this time I thought my Mom just sat at home coming up with cleaning projects for us kids.) Miss Jo would pass gas and then her and mom would walk away and leave Mamabel standing there. Well, she was never one for subtleties and would inevitably and loudly say, "Somebody stinks!" Then look up to realize that she, having drawn the attention of unknown shoppers, was the only one standing there in the funk. My mom and the true culprit watching and laughing from a distance.
While Mamabel and Papa were still newlyweds she fell prey to yet another flatulence ploy. In the dark of their bedroom, Papa would say, "Liz, you better put your head under the covers 'cause I'm about to spit straight up into the air." Wanting to avoid getting a lugee in the face, she would duck her head under the blanket at which point he would let one rip. Talk about a catch 22. Poor soul.
I may have shared this one before but it's worth repeating. Mom, Terrie (my sister), and I had taken Mamabel to the mall to shop. The stores were closing and it was already dark outside as we headed into the parking lot. Two things we knew about Mamabel -she had horrible knees and a weak bladder. I whispered to my two partners in torment, "on the count of three, let's all run for the car." Mean? yes. Worth it? Oh yeah! She tried to catch up but couldn't run because she was busy holding her crotch and screaming, "I'm gonna wet myself." In the end, she was laughing as hard as the rest of us -always a good sport!
"Patrick's death was tragic, but no one doubted that SpongeBob had something to do with it."
Congratulations Lisa Slater! It was a toss up and I have to give props to Amy's daughter "R" for "sea-cow patty" which was a very, very close second. But after conferring with our panel of experts (read: Tim and Amie hashing it out) we had to go with the caption offered by the woman who shamelessly references cartoon characters when she, as of this moment, has no children to blame it on.
So, Lisa, email me your shipping info and your wonderful prize will be on it's way to you asap!
FYI, the original caption for this picture was going to be "Sponge Happens!" I'm impressed to see that so many of you avoided the temptation (that clearly I could not resist) to jump into the gutter. You's good people! ;-) Oh, and yes, it was some type of sponge; freshly washed up and not dried out yet. And since right after taking the picture, Tim hacked into it with a large sea shell, we are greatly relieved that it was not, in fact, Bobbey's brain.
=) Thanks for playing guys!!!
Okay, for all of you who hung with me on this picture parade,
I have a surprise...A CONTEST!!!
The person who comes up with the catchiest, wittiest, funniest caption for the above picture (by the way- can you identify this object?) will win a copy of one of my favorite Tyler Perry movies: Madea Goes to Jail (the stage play). If you've seen any of the Madea movies, the stage play version puts the rest of them to shame! Hilarious! Entries will be accepted until Wednesay and midnight and the winner will be announced on Thursday. Good luck.
(to post your caption, click the comments link on this post and enter and ID -google account or anonymous- then hit enter. Your comment will not appear until approval. You can also email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you have trouble posting on this site.)