Remove all doubt.

If I have nothing to say, seems like I oughta say it. Giddyup, we're having a round-up of trivial pursuits today.

Russ, of Russ and Donna, of Travels in Therapy, of Oregon, told me to Google "askew" today. 

We used to enjoy Tofutti products, until we read the ingredients. Gross. We're used to studying the labels of most foods, but we were complacent about this brand. Our container admits to 2 grams of trans fats. The website denies any knowledge or recollection of this number, and asks us to define "2." Either way, you can see the nasty partially hydrogenated mess right up there behind "water."

Lizard for Carolyn P.

Possible source of cows and their 'boys.

Sure, it's all black and white to  you.

Beaver Creek

Bug

We went geocaching a couple of nights ago. The terrain was tricky, and we thought we'd found a clue from an earlier 'cacher:

A clue of another sort. Hope this all went well, and a solid shout-out from the over-50 set.

Annie's back is out again, so send healing vibes ("vibes" = money) and good thoughts ("thoughts" = narcotics) to her.

Apropos of everything.

Knock-knock.

Who's there?

That polyp we took out of your colon was really big and about to go to the dark side.



Knock-knock.

Who's there?

That stupid colonoscopy saved your cheese.  Orange you glad we didn't say 'banana'?



They took pictures for the album.  Tubulovillous adenoma, schtubulovillous adenoma.  The last time an alien that big was in me, I let it get 40 weeks old and pushed it out.  


Knock-knock.

Who's there?

Goa.

Goa who?

Goahead and get a stupid colonoscopy when you're 50.

As Heard at Our House™


[watching steamy love scene set in RV]  Ooh, they have slides!