I really didn’t intend to post two cartoons today. The first one didn’t appear to post. I went thru the usual download of the photo, hit submit and the post disappeared. Twice. So I tried the other one and it loaded and posted. Who knows?!? Now I see the original posted. Houzz Gremlins at it again.

Walking down the street using his mom's tool ... is usually helpful. Using his substantially ... can get you run over (unless, being in mom's pouch, she avoids cars, so you get home free). Unless he blocks her sightsightsightsightsightsightsightsightlines too heavily. o j

going to post a 2nd one today just because I am purging my email. (It's gonna take all day) Anyhow, I found this........ The Golden Years Situation Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat-down.I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car.Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. His theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His theory was right.The parking lot was empty.I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen. Then I made the most difficult call of all,”Honey,” I stammered; ( I always call him “honey” in times like these.) “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen.”There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard his voice. ”Are you kidding’ me,” he barked, “I dropped you off!!!”Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said,”Well, come and get me.”He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your car.”Yep, it’s the golden years………….

Likker-ated cat-astrophe! o j