Memes for a Monday

I realized two things as I was preparing this post. First, this segment has had almost as many names as the late Countess of Alba*. I have decided that Memes for a Monday is here to stay. Then second, I couldn’t remember what I had and hadn’t posted from the file named: Memes for Posting. I don’t think any of these are duplicates but if they are they may well be worth a second laugh.

As always I do like to start on a literary note:

I was the baby of the family but I certainly wasn’t spoiled. More like justifiably – in my humble opinion – coddled and cosseted.

Just asking for a friend who may have been over zealous in the paper products section of Sobey’s a few months ago.

Recently we started to watch Rocky Horror at a Halloween party; none of us could get over, unlike ourselves, how old-fashioned and dated it has become.

As always something for musicians, and in particularly my dear friend Glen.

Oh puerility thy name is Willym!

This one is directed at politicians in certain Provinces across our fair land:

And I always like to end on a philosophical note to begin the week:

*María del Rosario Cayetana Paloma Alfonsa Victoria Eugenia Fernanda Teresa Francisca de Paula Lourdes Antonia Josefa Fausta Rita Castor Dorotea Santa Esperanza Fitz-James Stuart, Silva, Falcó y Gurtubay.

The word for January 4^th is:
Puerile /ˈpyo͝orəl,ˈpyo͝orˌīl/: [adjective]
Childishly silly and trivial.
Late 16th century (in the sense ‘like a boy’): from French puéril or Latin puerilis, from puer ‘boy’.
An adjective that has been on occasion applied to my sense of humour.