What made you smile recently?

[TastyReuben]

Steve: Have you seen the margarine? I can’t find it.

MG: Have you checked the dishwasher?

Steve: Got it, ta!

Here’s what I did yesterday:

In anticipation of doing a little shopping, picked up my phone, keys, and jammed a credit card in my pocket.

Walked out to the garage, looked in my wife’s car, saw my sunglasses there, so I opened the door, set my phone and keys next to my sunglasses on her passenger seat, then said, “Well duh, I need my keys,” picked those up, hopped in my car, and drove away.

SatNavSaysStraightOn had an issue with no cards, but could pay with her phone; I was in the opposite position. I arrived at the shops 30 minutes later, no phone (or sunglasses), but I had that one loose credit card in my pocket!

 

[ThatDude]

 

[Timenspace]

A huge husky dog, who came to greet me, towards the ending meters of Igor and mine's walk along the river (I bet this grammar is off) this morning.

 

[Lullabelle]

 

[JAS_OH1]

I think it’s the look of surprise on that little fishy’s face.

I think it's the look of happiness on the little crabby's face.

 

[JAS_OH1]

I made peanut butter sandwiches for the squirrels today and our resident groundhog came up on the deck and swiped one. I had no idea they liked peanut butter sandwiches!

 

[Yorky]

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[The Velvet Curtain]

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Yep, looks good to me.

In our house we don't bother putting chocolate on the shopping list, it's just a given.

 

[Windigo]

 

[Yorky]

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[LissaC]

 

[Yorky]

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[PabloLerntKochen]

They misspelled him, had to smile straße = street in german

 

[The Velvet Curtain]

 

[Master Cutler]

Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay,
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this!" His Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as they spoke they saw,
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried,
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all to late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns,
"You could have deep fried that with prawns,
Some parsely and some tarter sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot,
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept her son was seen,
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay, a boy no more,
Just a stomache, on the floor...
None the less, since it was his,
They ate it - that's what haggis is. *