What does a Giraffe Say?

Hee hee hee – huh-how how how – hee dee hee – duh-how how how!

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Transalation: How to take over Facebook and get away with it!

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Oh yes, he did….all over Facebook!

It is the famous Giraffe Riddle. Have you seen this? Posted this? Answered this?

This is what happens.

If you read this riddle on a “friend’s” Facebook status, and guess the answer by private message, getting it right, all is good. Your profile photo remains untouched and aren’t you a smart little non-giraffe person. BUT if you get it wrong. You are a Giraffe and have to change your pic and post this status.

I answered a riddle and got it incorrect. Try the great giraffe challenge! The deal is I give you a riddle. You get it right you get to keep your profile pic. You get it wrong and you change your profile pic to a Giraffe for the next 3 days.
MESSAGE ME ONLY SO YOU DONT GIVE OUT THE ANSWER.
Here is the riddle:
3:00 am, the doorbell rings and you wake up. Unexpected visitors, It’s your parents and they are there for breakfast. You have strawberry jam, honey, wine, bread and cheese. What is the first thing you open? Remember… message me only. If you get it right I’ll post your name here. If you get it wrong change your profile picture….”

And the answer? Let’s say it is………debatable.

Isn’t everything? (looking at you congress)

I am *not* giving the answer here, but I will direct you to a recent article called, The Great Giraffe Riddle Debate. Meaning the majority of incorrect, giraffe glorified profile users are right. But does that mean the ones that didn’t change their profile photos to a Giraffe should change theirs? Or are they both right? And how can that be?

The riddle’s answers are giving birth to riddles. It is Giraffe anarchy!

Most of the Facebook users are sick and tired of Giraffes. If they never laid their eyes on another giraffe….they would be so happy.

But me, I don’t mind. Maybe, I got the riddle wrong (or right?). Hey, I played by the rules. I changed my profile photo.

No one made me. I just happened to have photos of a baby giraffe I adore. I call him Baby G.

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I don’t know his real name, but I met him at the Zoo. I notice him lean his tall, long, bobbly head to the ground for some grass. Totally doable if you are a baby giraffe, and you spread your legs just a bit. So out they go, and down he nibbles. But when he tries to get up? Oh, whoops, not so easy for Baby G.

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He snaps his legs back together in a hop, slap kind of way. Making quite a show of it to the greatly amused crowd. I laughed. On the inside. On the outside. Holding my camera just so. I did not want to miss this. My favorite part is when he looks around to see if the bigger giraffes have noticed his folly.

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Nope! Okay, then…off he goes to figure out a new riddle for Facebook.

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And keep us all in the land of Crazy-raffe.

Have you changed your profile pic today?

******Inspiration for this post brought to you by Facebook and my nine-year old’s most! favorite! best! song! of all-time! -“What does the Fox say?”*******

Pretty sure he says the same thing as the giraffe.

Hee hee hee – huh-how how how – hee dee hee – duh-how how how!

The Mustache Family Halloween Portraits

It’s not every day the Mustache Family takes a photo.

Normally a shy family, mustaches and all, we have to be careful who we show our mugs to.

I mean, we like us….

And we don’t think we are weird…..at all.

We are, simply, one big happy mustache family (with a bit of googly-eyed-secret-agent-pirate-mixed-in).

We are us.

And being us? It’s not soooo bad.

The new normal they speak of?

And maybe, we don’t share our great googly madness often enough.

But, when we do? It’s on this holiday. I think we are worth the wait, right?

At this very moment, we are prepping our fur family to join the mustache clan.
They are working extremely hard to adapt to our strange ways art of mustache coolness (with a twist). Heh.

They have the look.

They have the fur.

I think all they need…..

…is the stache.

Happy Halloween from our family to yours. Boo!

Disclaimer: No pets were harmed in the making of this post…..maybe slightly embarrassed?….but well-compensated with treats.

Lucky the Lizard

Lucky the Lizard lives in a tree,

Never a fella as lucky as he.

Luck in the morning.

And luck in the eve.

A luck like this lizard, not a one could believe.

One day Lucky lizard took a trip far away.

He wanted to see sights, and have his heyday.

What could possibly happen to the chillest alive?

Through stones, bricks, and branches he jigged and he jived.

Lucky ol’ lizard climbed up a doorway.

Nothing and no one could get in his way.

He slithered and withered, straight up did he climb.

A journey of ages, what could be more sublime?

As luck would have it, he snoozed and he cruised.

To his next adventure, with nary a bruise.

The luck of this lizard just couldn’t be beat.

My poor Puppy Anna missed out on a treat.

And Perhaps, he went on to do commercials. Heh.

Look, another entry to The Daily Post Silhouette Challenge.

The Little Shop of Costume Horrors

There is a crisp breeze to the air. Orange is the primary color of the month. And at every store corner is a jack-o-lantern with an evil grin.

It must be the season of the ghoulish ghouls. Mwahahaha!

A perfect time of year to take the little girls to the Halloween store and scare the wee out of them look at bloodcurdling costumes.

I mean, how scary can it be? It’s not like anything is real. Right, girls? Girls?

Heeeyyyy, I found an old friend (ha! punny!). Nothing to be frightened of girls. It’s just me, hanging with my buddy, he is an environmentally friendly fella. Heh.

By the way, the girls did NOT like my fella.

I think they said, “Get me out of here!” Or maybe it was, “Get away from that thing!”
I know there were some terrified glances, a few squeals, and then a mad dash. We lost them for a few minutes in their flee of terror. I am not sure why? Don’t they know they are not real? We kept trying to tell them…..

Dad didn’t help matters.

I finally found one of the girls just a few aisles over.

Ummmm….W-O-W. Back that thing up.

Let’s label this photo: too much booty for an eight-year old. And I’m really not sure why anyone would want to be a GIANT derrière for Halloween. I think there is enough of those this year, with the election and all. HA.

Maybe it goes with a Pirate costume…..

Anywho, I quickly led her to a different aisle.

And discovered this atrocity.

Awe!

Is it wrong I think this is adorable? I just want to pick her up and give her a cuddle.

In a scary movie, I’d be asking for it dead.

In no time at all, the other child moved from body parts to head-gear. Isn’t that awesome? I think the Drama Queen shirt makes it so.

Pretty soon, the costume changes, and hair-raising antics were out of control. I had to rein them in to keep them from having nightmares.

Be still my darling children, and come to Step-Mama.

Oh yes, the little shop of costume horrors is, as entertaining, as it is horrendous.

Have you visited the Halloween store yet?