...Your Husband Will Not Telegram "Love" To You!

From Good Housekeeping Magazine, 1940.  Poor dear.  If only she had put on that stank-purty.

Halitosis Does Not Announce Itself to Its Victims!

Marry Me!

This little piece of hilarity appeared in the November, 1934 issue of Physical Culture magazine.  Hey You!  Yeah, you! The 5 million women who want to get married!  How's your breath today?  Go wash your mouth out!

Only 25 Cents!

Hope they can breathe in that envelopeThis little ad appeared in the November, 1934 issue of Modern Mechanix.  Not sure what modern mechanics needed with chameleons back then, but we sure do have a glut of them today in all walks of life.  This ad even incorporates the word of 2008, "change".  Be sure to click the image for a larger version.

Billy's post about the guitar-playing dog reminded me of my friend Mat Kamler, creator of Litterbox, the world's greatest cat heavy metal band.  Mat's site, EyeEnvision, is a flash cartoon animation site featuring original webtoons by Mat.  Mat photographed 3 of his 5 cats and recorded their meowing and set them to music.  The first time I ever saw a Litterbox video, I nearly busted a gut, and my cat (at the time) started hissing in time.  Here's a link to my personal favorite, Four on the Floor.  Mat has seven Litterbox videos on his site, as well as other funny flash animations.  Really a talented (and nice) guy.  Definitely worth a look and a laugh, and a donation to Mat.  Here's a link to Mat's MySpace site as well.  More Litterbox Videos Please!  Rock on, Mat!

One of the hundreds of things I love about Budd is his wicked, lightning-fast wit and sense of humor.  He has the ability to make me (and lots of others) laugh harder than ever before.  And he can trigger those laughing spells in me that I can't control or stop at will. 

Over the holidays, we are housesitting for his parents, and I'm just like Goldilocks - I can't find a comfortable place to sleep.  I'm also like the Princess and the Pea in that regard.  So, last night, after deciding which bed to sleep in, I'm lying there trying to go to sleep, and he caught me at just the right moment and said something funny.  I began to laugh, and I could feel one of those laughing fits coming on.  My immediate reaction to this is to continue laughing while begging Budd, "Stop making me laugh!" because it hurts my stomach, I can't catch my breath, and the laughing is just uncontrollable.  Here's how it went:

Tina: "Hahahahaha, stop making me laugh hahahahah!"

Budd:  "Ingmar BERGMAN! Ingmar BERGMAN! Existentialist DOOM!  Oh, the AGONY of EXISTENCE!" (in his best acting voice)

Tina:  "HAHAHAHAHA (uncontrollable laughter) STOP, it HURTS to laugh!"

Budd: "A-HA!  Now you KNOW what Bergman was trying to tell us!  Laughter is really PAIN!  You might think it's joy, but it's actually TORTURE!"

A few minutes later, I said something about the bed covers not being on me right (Princess and the Pea syndrome, I call it), and he said, "Well, they were all right a few minutes ago before you went into...(pause) paroxysms of mirth," which of course, made me laugh even more.

I'm sure when anyone reads this, it might not sound nearly as funny as it struck me.  But I giggled on and off throughout the night when I thought of our exchange.  And I thought of how blessed I am to have someone who can make me laugh until it hurts.  You should see him when he walks down the hall carrying my cane and does his Nicholson/The Shining impression at the cat...."I'm NOT gonna hurtcha, Kitty....wait, you didn't let me finish my SENTENCE...."