Good gravy. They're lights.
For those of you who don't read my comments, yesterday I posted a perfectly nice photo of my cat Ruby, and at the end of my workday I checked my comments, and did anyone write in and say, "My! What a lovely cat!" No. Probably because nobody uses the interjection "My" unless they're 98 years old.
What every single human being said in the comments was, "What are those ball-looking things in the background?" It was like you were all from some planet where round shapes didn't exist or something, so great was your thirst for the answer to the ball query. So here it is. They are little polka-dotted lights. Wait. I'll go take a picture with them lit up. This should REALLY be exciting…
Note that in the first photo, there was no Marvin but there was a coffee cup on the table, but in the second, the coffee cup was gone and Marvin appeared. Leading one to believe that perhaps Marvin turns into a coffee cup at certain times of the day. That'd be great. That'd be like the female version of that joke where the woman turns into a sandwich and a beer.
Anyway. This week's comment of the week liked to kill me. I did not even give J an honorable mention, so great was my love for Gladys, who made this week's comment. And really? It was not Gladys who killed me, but her husband, who apparently thinks every ailment can be cured by the expelling of gas. You have no idea how many times I have thought of that and gotten hysterical. Slays me.
So Gladys, please share your trophy with your spouse.
Oh man, I should totally make a trophy to mail to the comment of the week person. Some sort of June trophy. It should be really awful. I have no visual skills. Suggestions, please.