Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for June 03, 2010

Good Morning, Birdbrainiacs!

That’s what you are for Lori. Tell him who he is every day, and give him his pills. And give him his pills…..

Yep, his memory was the second thing to go…

He must be going on a trip again; it sounds like his trunk is packed.

Dang it!, that remindes me…I didn’t take MY pills this morning.

There are no faces There are no faces There are no faces

Click my ruby slippers and I’ll be safe with Auntie Em.

Er, about those slippers BIRDBRAINS. My podiatrist told me to wear them. I only wear them at home, except dance night at Lucy Lu’s. Forget I said that and we will never speak of this again.

Boy howdy - that’s one OLD elephant!

I’m with you, Lewreader.

Found one Lew. Left kneecap?

Fuhgetaboutit!

Good Morning Thom and Everyone

Lew you just keep telling yourself that!

Lori’s hair looks like a luffa sponge!

Lewreader ~ Is it the pink bunny slippers we are not supposed to talk about? Or is it the white ones with all the little yellow smiley faces?

Yes, he is clearly a giraffe, and giraffes aren’t known for their memory. Their brains are too far from their hearts, they don’t get enough oxygen.

(Shh! I totally made up the part about the oxygen, but it sounded good.)

Good Morning Supreme Leader

The pills must be sugar pills ‘cause Lori looks more like a candy striper than a nurse or doctor.

And my daughter still hasn’t found my glasses. I think she really has this problem, whatever it is.

I’m a pachyderm.

The second thing to go is the trunk

Laflin Larry–I agree….however comics aren’t reality as you know.

And now I disagree with myself.. Comics give reality “in small doses” but not always drawn or depicted exactly. They make me laugh or they give me something to think about–if she is a candy striper, I like the sugar pill comment.

celecca said, Boy howdy - that’s one OLD elephant!

How can you tell? They’re all gray and wrinkled.

“au contraire” you are an elephant.

COYOTE Sounds like my wife’s — No , I didn’t type that. Where’s the delete button? “Yes Dear, coming.”Delete? Undo? No, not bold face. “Right there Dear.” Backspace!