Mama Goose Loves Loves Lame Jokes

 I know you are all antsy with anticipation about the lame joke I going to tell. BUT FIRST—oh my heavens aren’t you glad it’s not a lead in to a commercial.  Our lives are one constant interruption after another.   For many people cell phones have increased their personal interruptions exponentially.   Our tolerance levels for interruptions has risen—or has it?  Creating self made islands of quiet time or even minimally uninterrupted noisy time has become a necessity for  survival.   Hence the growing importance of lame jokes in our lives.

Why am I having this feeling  many of you didn’t make the jump from A to B?   Could it be I jumped to D?  Yep, feeling mischievous tonight.  Although it’s a wonder I could even think about jumping, considering how much I ate at my Mother’s Day brunch.

Lame jokes create silly times.  Silly times are a teeny weeny subset of those self made  survival islands.  For a minute or two one is transported completely out of the stream of ‘real’ life and POOF you are sitting on an island resting—–or maybe having a margarita in addition to resting.    Normally it takes two POOFS to get to the margarita.  Or is it two margaritas to get one POOF?

This featured Teapottery teapot is silly.  Quack, quack I love my bath.  So all of you should be resting on an island, as you are reading this.  Back to margaritas for a moment—–The marvelous food bloggers whom I am following offered soooooooo many innovative recipes for margarita variations.  I was amazed.  I do know my silly time will increase, if  I attempt the herculean task of tasting all  those fabulous recipes with or without salt, blended or on the rocks. Shake it to the right.  Shake it to the left.  Already I see the illusion developing that I would be a shoo in to win The Voice.

Okay, are you ready for the joke?  There’s an involved delivery technique for this joke, but it’s worth the additional effort for the response I KNOW you will receive.

You stand with your hands on your hips.

You begin singing—I’m a little teapot short and stout.

You look to one side and sing—Here’s my handle.

You look at the opposite side and sing—And here’s my— Then you exclaim–Oh my gosh I’m a sugar bowl!

I know.  I know.  You are so weak from laughter, you can’t read any more.  I will stop.

This darling silly teapot which will make someone smile every time they use it, is available for purchase under Tea ware.