Lighten up, already!

I've been working awfully hard of late. Lots of pastorally sensitive issues to manage, even as anxiety reigns supreme at "Wall Street on Main Street".

Publication deadlines for two essays have come and gone. Pledge In-gathering Sunday this coming weekend, followed by a Vestry Appreciation Brunch. I've got the bread for the Sweet Potato Casserole I'm going to make so it ought to be perfect when I put it together on Thursday night.

Made two great vats of Seafood Chowder which are in the freezer. I'm now preparing to make two more great vats of African Peanut Soup tomorrow night for the Christmas Bazaar.

And, just because we're completely stupid in love with them, the grand kids are coming this weekend for a "double sleepover".

As if all that weren't enough, just this afternoon, without any warning whatsoever, I found myself looking down the short end of the barrel of a Saturday, less than a month away, that begins at 9 AM with a Christmas Bazaar which ends at 4 PM,  includes a Memorial Service for two of our "Snow Birds" at 4:30 followed by a funeral repast in the Parish Hall (which, one trusts, will be cleaned up from the Christmas Bazaar and turned into a banquet hall for 150 people), and God willing ends with an Open House on the UWS in NYC that evening.

Oh, and the very next Saturday?  That would be the ordination of Jon Richardson at 3 PM which  is preceded by the Annual Altar Guild Christmas Brunch, and followed by preparation for The Greening of the Church.  

Time management? Bwhahahahahaha! Lord, have mercy!

So, when Doug sent me these silly cartoons, I laughed so hard I cried. Thankfully, my body is still young enough to allow water to be emitted from appropriate bodily orifices  in response to laughter.

Here are a few more that sent me right over the edge. Thanks, Doug. You made my morning.

You know what this is, don't you?

Why of course!  It's Moo Shoe Pork!

Right!  What mother doesn't have to remind her kids of this in the summertime?  Although, don't you just hate being 'poked' on FaceBook?

I'm sorry.  I know.  It's bad.  But, every time I look at it, I can't stop laughing.

Wait, wait, wait.  Ahem.  (Bunch of pricks!)  Bwwhahahahaha!

Okay, okay.  Here's another:

 

I have no idea why I find this so funny.  Just hits a really sick place in my psyche, I guess.  Just like this one, I suppose:

Like a Larson cartoon, right?  Golfers are absolutely prime targets for this kind of humor.  Nothing, but nothing or nobody no how gets in the way of their game.

But, I saved my favorite for last

There.  I feel so much better.  I think I might actually find my way to the church office this morning.

Have a GREAT day!