Face Palm Friday 9/21

 

So… it’s been awhile since I’ve done a Face Palm post, but I had to share this with you.  I still feel like an idiot, three weeks later, lol.

Recently I had to run into town to do a few errands. I wasn’t in a hurry so I was side tracked by all the Yard Sale signs. At one intersection there were several different signs all pointing in the same direction, so I turned into the neighborhood and started looking for them. I saw a huge one, stopped and started to browse. Goldmine! I love stumbling on those really good ones where the people have quality junk! There was a lot of furniture, and tub after tub of really nice clothes and knick- knacks. Most of the stuff was arranged on the driveway, and a little on the grass, along with a lawn chair by a box – their pay table I guessed. No one was there for the moment. So I started a little pile of treasures, including a fantastic jewelry box and some other odds and ends.  So that’s your mental picture, me with my head down,  taking stuff out of tubs and boxes, and often, putting something in my ” to buy” pile off to the side in the yard area.

Suddenly, this woman comes rushing out the front door, the  air turning blue as she is yelling at me- “What the %^#@ are you doing?” and about 10 variations of the same thing. I’m standing there, mouth agape, my arms full of jackets, and a quilt, and this women is just going off!

Soooooo….it turns out that these people were NOT having a yard sale. Her hub and son were cleaning out their garage, and had gone for lunch, when this woman looks out her window and sees yours truly going through all their stuff! It took a little while for her to calm down, as I explained ” I thought I was shopping!”  all the while I am putting my “finds” back in tubs, re-folding the clothing…she just watched… and I was 50 shades of red! 

I found the nerve to ask ” Do you want to sell the jewelry box?”  “NO!!!!!”

I walked back to my car, face-palming the whole way!

I wear a disguise now….

Need A Grin?

I don’t know why some things strike me as funny, but these two pics got me.

Social Media Pillows

I came across these items and thought they were cute, so I wanted to share:

 

I feel this way sometimes….

What is this? #6

I did this one a little different- what do you think this guy is shooting at? To find the answer go HERE, I added the “uncensored” pic to the bottom of that post. Please leave me your guesses.  Then go see if you were close! Don’t reveal the answer after you’ve checked, though!  Clue- It’s not what you think! LOL

 

Face Palm Friday 12/30

Yes, pictures ARE worth a thousand words… words like WHY? HUH? You gotta be kidding me!! And so on.

Christmas Giggles and Guffaws

Transformer OWL!!!!

It’s been viewed well over a million times, but just in case you missed it, may I present you with TRANSFORMER OWL!!!
The best clip ever:)

LOL: Christmas Joke-What if Microsoft was in Charge of Christmas?

If Microsoft was in charge of  Christmas:
Every time you bought an ornament, you would have to buy a tree as well.

You wouldn’t have to take the tree, but you still have to pay for it anyway.

Ornament/95 would weigh 1500 pounds (requiring a reinforced steel countertop tree), draw enough electricity to power a small city, take up 95% of the space in your living room, would claim to be the first ornament that uses the colors red/green together.

It would interrogate your other decorations to find out who made them.

Most everyone would hate Microsoft ornaments, but nonetheless would buy them since most of the other tree types wouldn’t work with their hooks.

Your lights and integrated ornaments would crash on Christmas Eve and the patch wouldn’t be released till Valentine’s Day.

 

Christmas Cheer – a little joke for you

Thanks for the electric guitar you gave me for Christmas,” little Chris Cody said to his uncle the first time he saw him after the holidays. “It’s the best present I ever got.”

”That’s great,” said his uncle. “Do you know how to play it?”

”Oh, I don’t play it,” the little fellow said. “My mom gives me a dollar a day not to play it during the day and my dad gives me five dollars a week not to play it at night.