Debra Darvick
enhance your now in word and imageLAUGHTER
BEFORE NOW
An Incongruous Honor
Martin and I realize that this playground was named in honor of someone special to the Royal Oak, MI community. We still couldn’t help but laugh at the incongruity.
I guess it’s best to stay off the mood swings.
New York, New York!
My daughter and her husband moved from Brooklyn last week. She shared with me a “moving” story that reminded me of an old New Yorker cartoon. The first frame showed a man, newly arrived to the Big Apple, arms lifted to the heavens, an exultant smile on his face, shouting, “New York! Here I am!!” The second frame shows him reaching for his suitcases that were, of course, no longer there.
Emma, wanting to leave behind some good will in her neighborhood, put a vase of eucalyptus on her stoop, intending for passersby to take a stem or two back to their apartments. A half hour later Emma saw that someone had taken her dimestore vase and tossed her beloved eucalyptus into the trash.
Covid shmovid. Nuthin’ touches a New Yorker’s noive.
Lighten up!
If you have a set of Picture a Conversation or have visited the site, this little monkey has probably made you laugh before. No matter how many times I look at this shot, I can’t help but laugh. I hope you laugh, too, whether for the first time or the fourteenth!
photo courtesy of Martin Darvick
A Thoughtful BMW
As frequent readers of this page know, I get a kick out of decoding witty license plates. You might have to think on this one for a second or two.
But Do They Work?
I saw this product on Grommet and laughed out loud. I showed it to Martin and he looked puzzled. My man is very literal; the instructions on the front of the box do tell you to, “Twist and Throw!”
He asked me, “Are you really supposed to throw them at the mice?” Which made me laugh all the harder because the image it brought to mind was even funnier than the product’s name. What mouse is going to stay still long enough for me to find the Mouse Balls and throw them? And with my aim? I see a mouse and I scream. Before my dear friend and neighbor moved away, I would scream and then run and get Shelby. She was great. She handled the mice and I handled the throw-up.
But back to the mice. Maybe they run if, while you’re throwing, you shout, “These are mouse balls! These are mouse balls!” Mice are opportunistic home invaders. So are moths. And you just have to know that every mousie mommy tells her sons what happens to naughty moths who go where they’re not supposed to.
I can’t vouch for the product. But I have been known to use peppermint oil on, yes, cotton balls.
Eggs and Kittens
#1, from my beloved Aunt Judy
Why do the French only eat one egg at a meal?
It is un oeuf!
#2, from my Grandpa Abe of beloved memory
Maman told her three kittens, Un, Deux and Trois,
“Stay away from the pond! The water is deep.”
But the little kitttens did not listen to their Maman.
So Un, Duex, Trois quatre cinc! (got sank)