Day 27: Wordless Wednesday

Day 20: Wordless Wednesday: Me when somebody drops a piece of chocolate

via GIPHY

Day 13: Wordless Wednesday: Don't try this at home!

Day 6: Wordless Wednesday: Election Day

Wordless Wednesday: American Gothic Selfie: Day 28

Wordless Wednesday: Cats again: Day 21

Winter storm tonight: Wordless Wednesday: Day 14

(Of course the quotation marks should go outside the period. I can't stay wordless about that.)

Day 15: Wordless Wednesday: Starting my Christmas list

Day 8: Wordless Wednesday: Monet paints my life

Wooded Path by Claude Monet

Day 23: Wordless Wednesday: How do you solve a problem like The Donald?

Day 16: Wordless Wednesday: Self-portrait

Note: My apologies to those of you who read on Feedly or through email. Blogger played a dirty trick on me tonight and posted this several times. Obviously.

Day 9: Wordless Wednesday: I told you so

Day 27: Wordless Wednesday: Don't boo. Vote!

Day 20: Wordless Wednesday: A view from the stool at karaoke

Note 1: Tonight  went to karaoke for the first time since I was roofied there. I will admit to some trepidation. I only drank water, and I asked the server for a pitcher. It might take a minute before I feel safe there again.

Note 2: I didn't publish a post last night, because it was my birthday, and I was sitting on my porch until 5:00 am drinking bourbon. I hope you saw my full moon. It was gorgeous.

Note 3: These aren't really words.

Day 13: Wordless Wednesday: Supermodel

Day 6: Wordless Wednesday -- Vagina Lover

NaBloPoMo #25: Wordless-ish Wednesday: Turkey farts are coming

NaBloPoMo #11: Wordless Wednesday: That's a dilly

A new reader, my neighbor down the street, told me she felt cheated last Wednesday when she saw I had only posted a photo and not written anything. So this Wednesday I'm going to post a Wordless Wednesday photo with words. You're welcome.

Is that a pickle in your pocket or are you just glad to see me ....
Wait! That really was a pickle in your pocket.
And my, what a large pickle it is too. So firm. So .... green.
So .... well, it's bumpy too, isn't it?
What more can I say about your pickle?
Nice pickle. It's a dilly.
Probably takes 2 hands to handle that beast.
I would get closer to it, but I might stab you in the eye
with my small pointy breasts.

NaBloPoMo Day 4: Wordless Wednesday: You'll either get it or you won't

Wordless Wednesday: Once you get your head on straight, we'll talk

(photo credit: mlkshk-cdn.com/r/136MR)