You Whistle While You Work

In fact, why don’t you just work? Seriously, when was the last time you washed the dishes? Hmmm?


Jen B. tells us, “My canary, Melanie, caught in the midst of her bath time. Somebody 
wants her privacy!”

Looking Down My Nose

Judgemental or in need of bifocals?


Found on Facebook

Who Is Charlie Chubbles?

Excited about resting.


Super playful.


A Wilfred Brimley look-alike.


Charlie Chubbles is no Wilfred Brimley, Aubrey D., he’s better!

Major Haversham Is Not Contented

The new upstairs maid was impossible, fumed the Major. His afternoon tea had been an iron ritual among the staff: Oolong, one sugar, in the East Westfordshire Hunt Club china cup, 3:47 sharp. And here it was, four o’clock, and no tea.

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Outside his window, the clatter of automobiles replaced the clip-clop of the surrey, while the grating strains of some infernal racket called “jazz” emanated from the parlor downstairs. Anarchy, that’s what it was — a world gone mad.

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The clock in the hall finished chiming. Still no tea. His eyelids grew heavy. He would speak to Mrs. Grimby tomorrow about the gramophone, he resolved, yawning. Tomorrow would see matters put right, and all… all would be… be well…

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If you’re still reading, Sarah S., thanks for the pictures, and sorry it took so long.

No Good Deed Goes Unphotobombed

(sigh) It was a simple thing, really. He was swimming in circles with some fishing line tangled in his teeth, and I was there on the dock, so I fly over and pluck it out.

End of it, right? But no, he’s had a few, and now he’s all “I love you, man!” this and “Anything you want, bro!” that, and I haven’t been rid of him since. Just my luck.

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Via Neatorama.

What Do You Mean?

I AM smiling.


Now my feelings are hurt.


Brooklyn T. says, “Just a quick note to say your site is the bright spot in my day. Thank you for spreading the joy! My little guy’s name is Fellini and he is the absolute SWEETEST!” Thank you, Brooklyn, for the “sample of his squeezable face.”

No, We Don’t Have That on CD

This is a record store. We sell records. Records are how music should be heard, not the flat, tinny ultra-compressed CD-slash-MP3 so-called “music” you seem to have settled for. Know what we keep on CDs? Beverages. Good day, madam.


Via this person, with a user name I can’t quite type.

Believe Me When I Say…

sand really does get everywhere.


Sand kitten by Nir Elias of Reuters.

A Token Gesture of Defiance

Upon learning that the makers of Monopoly plan to replace one of the game’s iconic tokens, Harold the Chameleon stands guard over his beloved thimble.


Kitt B., who found this at Zooborns, writes: “The chameleon is clinging to a toothpick! Hovering over a thimble!! With not only an adorable nose, but a look of Supreme Disapproval. It’s a twofer, how can you resist?” PHOTO CREDIT: EXMOOR ZOO

Yes. Very Amusing.

Please, do not mistake my eye-rolling for disapproval; my orbital lobes are irritated due to a stray hare.


Betty is very…um…tolerant, Brogan S.

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