You know, some women have to settle for getting flowers from their significant others, and then only on special occasions. But not me. Nope, my TG knows the best way to worm his way into my heart is via my funny bone, so he brought home this for me instead...
...just because he knew it would make me laugh. Plus, gourds are seasonal. Who doesn't need a good seasonal laugh? (I'm thinking of putting a knee-high stocking on it, and seeing if I can make visitors blush. Then again, my in-laws might come over unexpectedly, so maybe not.)
TG's gift inspired a visit from my muse's evil, limerick-spinning twin, who planted this in my brain:
There once was a gander, so fine,
Who saw a watermelon stuck to a vine.
It was lust at first sight--
So he goosed it all night--
And the result is apparently mine.
Okay, okay...enough about my peni--er, goose gourd. On to what you're really waiting for!
Thank you all so much for cracking me up with your entries to the Angry Camel Caption Contest! They really got me giggling. So much so that I had to ask TG to help me decide the wiener...er, I mean, winner.
We both zeroed in immediately (and, knowing us, unsurprisingly) on...
"I don't care WHO Catherine the Great is! I'm not in the mood!"
Dianne, if you'll email me your address [linda(dot)grimes(at)gmail(dot)com], I'll send you your prize, which is not only dumb, and edible, but also in keeping with the October Halloween season.
Why, YES! That is a glow-in-dark Jack-o-lantern Pez dispenser (complete with Pez candy) and a package of ghost Peeps!*
Dianne, you lucky so-and-so, do realize how jealous all those other entrants are now? I know! It's tough to envision the extent of their envy.
Oh, and since conventional blogging wisdom dictates one should always end a post with a question or two for the readers:
How do you like my gourd? Do you have a gourd, too?
Bonus third question: Is your gourd bigger than my gourd?
*Dying plant included in pic only for atmosphere, and not part of the Pez/Peeps Prize Package.