Have you seen my tweezers?
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This blog is intended for mature audiences who don't have large sticks up their tuchuses. Welcome!
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I’m kvelling!
Don’t get up. I’ll come to you.
Shall we Tweet?
- Donna Summer Dead: Queen Of Disco Dies At 63 huff.to/JVBJnE via @HuffPostCeleb 5 hours ago
- RT @quotergal: Read this by @TheBeardedIris & weep. From the Laughing & wishing you done wroted it. thebeardediris.com/2012/05/17/ano… #Dajina 5 hours ago
- The t-shirt you've been requesting based on today's post would look like this: thebeardediris.com/2012/05/17/ano… @letmestart http://t.co/KBloJiQH 5 hours ago
- NOOOOOO! Donna Summer dead at 63. I feel like someone totally left my cake out in the rain. on.msnbc.com/Jz5Xgr via @TODAY_Ent 5 hours ago
- The FB comments on this one are killing me. Y'all need to do some kegels or something. #leakage thebeardediris.com/2012/05/17/ano… 6 hours ago
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Tag Archives: humour
Grab and Go
Ya’ll, I’m busier than a one-legged woman in an ass-kickin’ contest today, what with all the holiday Room Mom requirements, and Thanksgiving cleanup, and the fact that if I don’t grocery shop my family will surely starve to death. But … Continue reading
Bring Out Your Dead!
Just because I’m married to an Italian-American does not mean I know how to properly dispose of a body. But clearly I must seem like someone who can “take care of business” when there is “a situation” because I was … Continue reading
Posted in pets, practical
Tagged beer, dead dog, grave, grave digger, how to dispose of a body, humor, humour, invisible fence, lime, mob movies, pet burial, The Shawshank Redemption
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Cornhole
I had never heard of this “game” until Cub Scout Family Camp when one of the very very nice dads brought his Cornhole supplies to share with the group. So naturally, when I walked by and he asked me “if I wanted to play Cornhole” with him and his sons…I almost crapped my pants. Continue reading
Posted in behind the beard, food, marital bliss, practical
Tagged balls, boys, camping, Cornhole, Cub Scouts, humor, humour, husband, popcorn balls, prison movies
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So the bartender says, “We don’t serve your kind,” and the mushroom says “Oh come on! I’m a fungi!”
Oh for the LOVE OF GOD. I am now on a first-name basis with the receptionist at my pediatrician’s office. When I called yesterday she recognized my voice, greeted me warmly, and asked how little Bucket Head was doing, what … Continue reading













