Random Funny 12/31/2021

Let's end the year with a happy smattering of random.

#1

The Husband and I are getting ready to leave the house, and I'm deciding which ball cap to wear.
"If I wear this one," I tell The Husband, "I'll want to go back upstairs and change into a pair of jeans to match it."
He contemplates this for a moment and says, "Do it. We're in no hurry, and it'll up your cute factor."

I jog upstairs, make the required wardrobe change, and jog back down to where The Husband is waiting. I arrive wearing the ball cap that matches the jeans.

"Oh, don't you look cute," he says.
"I guess you were right, then."
"Right about what?"
"You said these jeans would up my cute factor, and you just confirmed that I look cute. So it worked."
"Oh! Good for me!"

#2 

The boys are home for our weekly family dinner, and Younger Son is waiting for someone to notice the change in his appearance. That's a lie, he can't wait.
"Isn't anyone going to comment on my haircut? and the fact that I shaved?"
Deadpan, Elder Son replies, "I don't give 2 bits for your shave and a hair cut."

#3

I've been trying to get back in the habit of jotting a note whenever I think of something funny I intend to blog about. So this third item comes from a middle of the night note that reads, "Gonna need more cats."
I don't know what that means, or why I wrote it, but I get the impression it is supposed to be spoken outloud with the same delivery as "We're gonna need a bigger boat."

And I'm amused to no end thinking of situations in which the solution is, without a doubt, more cats.

A Wink and a Nod from Stephen King

Fifteen years ago, I wrote a love letter to Stephen King.
This year, he responded.

Okay, maybe not directly.
And probably not at all intentionally.

(If you don't remember the story, or if you're a new friend and haven't read it yet, go take the time to read it. I'll wait.)

Ready? Cool.

I submit to you Mr. King's 2021 novel "Billy Summers" which I have just finished reading almost 15 years to the day after I published my blog post.

In it, there is a passage that sounds a whole lot like the car trip The Husband and I took along that remote, backwoods road in northern Wisconsin.

You may recall in my real life story, The Husband and I joked that we were traveling on Stephen King's driveway. Well, Billy Summers was on a driveway of Stephen King's creation. That's a Stephen King driveway right there, folks!

This random paragraph alone is not much of anything, I am willing to admit. Yes, I may be stretching.

However...
It is altogether TOO coincidental that a key piece of imagery in "Billy Summers"... is a small pink sneaker.

 That. Is AWESOME!

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Dear Stephen King,

Thanks for thinking of me. ❤

With My Compliments

Younger Son: My new boss (at software dev company) told me he's glad I'm not making sandwiches at Subway anymore.

Elder Son: Does that mean he likes the work you're doing, or that he thought you made lousy sandwiches?