Over the years, a gang of us have gotten together on a fairly casual basis to make artist trading cards. The meetings centre around making ATCs based on a holiday theme. We started with Valentine's Day five or six years ago and from there we've met to make ATCs on Canada Day, Hallowe'en, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Ground Hog Day and Easter/Spring. Yesterday we did St. Patrick's Day. There were eight of us and we spent 2 hours making cards, then we traded, ate treats and had a cup of tea. A wonderful afternoon.
I did a series of leprechaun cards, although one gal commented that they looked more like comedians who'd perform at a Catskill resort.
Lepre-Cohens, no doubt.
ReplyDeleteGood one Marcia, although I guess they could be Lepre-Kahns Ronna, where are their pet Katz?
ReplyDeleteBut I wanna tell ya, ladies and germs...
ReplyDeleteTake my wife...please...
ReplyDeletenot really.
Take my ex-wife...please...
I just got back from a pleasure trip. I drove my mother-in-law to the airport.
ReplyDeleteBa BA ba ba!
A man goes to a psychiatrist. 'Nobody listens to me!' The doctor says, 'Next!'
Ba BA ba ba!
Hey, my grandmother started running 5 miles a day at the age of 60. She's 92 now and we don't know where the hell she is!
ReplyDeleteBa BA ba ba!
Good one, Addison.
ReplyDeleteGetting on a plane, I told the ticket lady, "Send one of my bags to New York, send one to Los Angeles, and send one to Miami." She said, "We can't do that!" I told her, "You did it last week!"
Ba BA ba ba!!
Look, I'm not going to engage in a battle of wits with you guys. I never attack anyone who is unarmed.... Ouch! Ba Ba Ba...
ReplyDeleteJesus, Mary and Joseph, ya eejits.
ReplyDeleteDo you not realize that Ronna is depicting a sacred frickin fable about St. Patrick leading the snakes (Protestants, the Orangemen) out of the Erin Isle. Those are peddada heads (potatoes for you friggin snobs)which remind us of the famine and the inability of the Irish to convert to beets or turnips! Also they remind of us of the wonderful bagels me and the lads would scarf down in Cote St-Luc after a night of drinkin and brawlin.
Alright. Moving on...
ReplyDeleteHey Sis - did you hear what the preacher said when his church caught fire?
Awesome! I wish I lived closer to you guys! Looks like you had a blast!
ReplyDeleteHey Addison... what did he say?
ReplyDeleteKinda slow on the uptake there, Sis - "Holy Smoke!"
ReplyDeleteBa BA ba ba! Okay, let it go...
Wow! Good one!!
ReplyDeleteOK. This is my last one on Ronna's page:
My wife and I have the secret to making a marriage last. Two times a week, we go to a nice restaurant, a little wine, good food. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.
Ba BA ba!
xxoo Sis