Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for April 01, 2024

Been there, Eddie. Been there.

chasing the dog again?

In just a moment, Joan will pilfer Eddies wallet.

It was in the sofa cushions? The throw pillows? WTH, Eddie? Keep it in a jar by the door, like in Eleanor Rigby.

We’ve all had those days….

Really Eddie? Fuzzy Milk Duds under the sofa pillows are your energy cache?

I would have said that Eddie face planted into sleep.

Good morning Balladeers!

I found this part in the definition of “pilfer”:

“Late Middle English (as a noun in the senses ‘action of pilfering, something pilfered’): from Anglo-Norman French pelfre (noun) ‘booty’, pelfrer (verb) ‘to pillage’, probably ultimately related to frippery. Compare with pelf.”

Note the “booty”; coulda been talkin’ ’bout Eddie, huh? ☺

Eddie’s done.

Had there been even the smallest bit more energy in that cache, Eddie would have managed to get that other shoe off. Eddie should be worried that the missus could be using some of that energy cache while, umm .. visiting with the neighbour.

……Eddie’s energy was pilfered eating the last halves of the cheese cake and pumpkin pie….as evidenced by his wide seating apparatus!!!

Eddie’s new lease on life is quickly foreclosed by reality.

Eddie is down for the count.

Most of the fuel that Eddie consumes for his energy cache goes to his enormous rump.

Not a complete loss, he did find a nickel.

Eddie is exhausted from diving headlong into bed.

When you weigh that much and don’t have any energy left to turn over, bad things can happen.

Eddie’s strapped for cache.

Eddie revels in belly-boarding his way through the day.

While you’re pilfering your energy, see if you can find loose change.

Eddie ponders emptying his cache but is unsure of rebooting…

Poor Eddie, Scooter beat him to his stash.

looks like lethargy has reared its ugly hea… rear again…

Margaret is counting down the seconds until little Philpot arrives with his slingshot and takes some potshots.