What's funnier than Haiku?

Today has been much better.
Thanks for asking.
Thanks for praying for me,
you sweet potatoes who are doing that and
telling me that you are.
And if you are doing it and not telling me that you are,
thanks to you too.
How much better has it been?
Lots.

It rained today.
To some people, that would not be good news.
But you know me. I love the rainy days. Even though
it was just for a little while. It has caused me to realize that
these blazing desert days of summer will not last for ever.
It has caused me to want to look ahead to recipes for thick,
hearty meals. It has caused me to want to whip out the
Christmas music. I mean, it's August. It's about time for me
to be playing those holiday songs and making
everyone around me inch a little bit
closer to insanity.

In other news, my parents are flying to L.A.
I don't mean they are in the air right now,
but they have their tickets and the date of departure
is penciled in on their calendars. (mine too)
For some reason I have been thinking about
the part of his routine where Jeff Foxworthy
describes his family's vacation as
The Clampets Go to Maui.
(I've told them this--we've already laughed about this)
Fortunately my parents are going with another couple
whose driving skills give me no reason for alarm.
Every time I talk to my mother from now until they go
on this trip, I will stress the importance of
not letting my father drive in L.A.
Or really anywhere other than
long straight strips of high way with little or no traffic.
I think the reason for going to L.A. on the first leg
of their little adventure is so that they can hit
the Ronald Reagan museum
or library or something of his.
Maybe it's his house.
I don't know.
Maybe they've scheduled a luncheon with Nancy.
Is anything pertaining to President Reagan
located in L.A.?

Here's what I think of when I think of
President Reagan now:
I think of Lovely K and the all day coverage of his funeral.
Lovely K was just a little person when President Reagan died,
but for some reason she gathered around the TV with
the rest of us watching the proceedings intently.
It was late in the day when they were finally doing
the actually burial part somewhere in California
when Lovely K grew tired of watching.
With a loud sigh, she asked,
"When are they going to open the box
so we can watch him fly up to heaven?!?!"

Now I think you should go to this website
and buy yourself a funny tee shirt.
There are plenty to chose from.
I want the one that corresponds with my
much used phrase "liar, liar, pants on fire."
Or the shirt with the food chain that has zombies on top,

just above humans.

The very best one though says:
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

That cracks me up.