Pickles by Brian Crane for January 24, 2020

“… and I sat down and it was jusssssssst right! Nice and warm.”

I guess Earl was able to see a bit of shape and color on his chair that wasn’t s’posed to be there.

…and the dyslexic baby bear said, “Someone’s been sitting in my porridge!”

He reminds me of my grandpa, that was his kind of sense of humor.

Our cat waits about 30 seconds after my wife stands up, then grabs her easy chair. She has tried talking to the cat (“my turn”). Nothing. She has tried picking the cat up to a standing position. She lies back down. She has tried luring the cat with a treat. Not interested. At my urging, she tried this gambit, also saying “my turn”. The cat escaped from the rapidly shrinking space without taking damage. Now, after a week or two, “my turn” gets the cat up and outa there.

If the cat is sleeping on my side of the bed, I say: “I’m going to kick the cat.” She gets up and steps over to the vanity, then curls up on my lap after I’m in bed.

My dog runs to the back door as if to go out, as soon as I get up he runs back and jumps into my chair!

The looks of terror!

Earl was about to make a lasting impression on his grandson and dog.

Shame Nelson or Roscoe didn’t have a pin ;-)

I’ll bet I know what Roscoe’s nightmares will be when he tries to go to sleep this evening!

“You’re telling me, Nelson! My nose is 10,000X more accute than yours!”

I’ve done this with my two grandchildren who love to sit together in my recliner. It’s a little game we play.

Roscoe thought he was a goner. Great expressions.

I like that Earl makes it fun to chase them out of his chair….lol

What is it with men and “my chair.” Women, if you find yourself with a guy who demands “his” own throne: run, run, run. Get out or get him out. You don’t need anyone like him. My mother married a monster when I was young. Our first hint, he notified us no one could sit in “his” chair (paid for by my mother). Being a kid, and having had a wonderful dad who was a sweet, good-natured guy, this went in one ear and out the other. My mother’s new husband walked into the living room one day and I was sitting in “his” chair and he went ballistic. My gosh, I hated that creature and am glad to know he is currently burning in hell.

Says the future fat ass to the current reigning fat ass.

Earl wouldn’t have to sit down. All he need do is pass some gas

Don’t you hate having a dog smarter than you?

My husband, my dog, and my granddaughter all want the big comfy recliner. Lots of times, the dog wins.

Our cat will get where we’ve been sitting because it’s warm. Sometimes, he doesn’t want to move but when he sees a butt coming at him, he’ll move for sure.