Hardy Har Har
Me:Knock, knock.
You: Who’s there?
Me: Lettuce
You: Lettuce who?
Me: Let us in, we’re freezing!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Remember that joke? I loved it as a kid and now that I’ve actually got lettuce growing in our gardern, I’m sure Barry’s going to love hearinig with increased frequency.
I wish I had a knock knock joke to go with this picture of our new location for Blueberry Grove. Isn’t it delightful? I think we need a sign to alert our guests to Blueberry Grove. I just like the name Blueberry Grove.
This is a picture of our resident cowboy. I’ve always wanted my very own cowboy and now I’ve got one that lives in my garden. He’s everything I’ve always wanted in a cowboy….whatever that means.
Sydney isn’t really sure what to think about the new lettuce, location of Blueberry Grove and the mini HB cowboy. As far as she can tell, the blueberries are no longer accessable to her lying down and that is just about enough to make one little Pug angry.
Maybe I’ll tell her a knock knock joke that I know.
I can’t help but notice that your cowboy has some serious leg tumors and is quite possibly wearing high-heeled shoes. To top it off he appears to be showcasing it all with a “hands on the hips” effeminate stance. I mean it is great that he is so comfortable with his toughness that he can rope broncos in pumps, but I am not sure what John Wayne would have to say on the subject.
Long story short: Make sure he gets to a doctor soon to see if those leg growths are serious (Who knows, perhaps he is just wearing Hammer pants).
Take that, Space Coyote!
I have to say, totally thought it was a cowgirl!
Ouch. I might have to investigate. I’ve had that for years and always admired it for being a cowboy….jeesh.