The Art Of A Title...

I was asked today, just where I come up with some of the titles for my posts.  I had to ask, "Why?  Is there something wrong with them?"  But no.  Apparently some of them are thought to be a little... well odd.  So I went back and looked at them and decided that it's a good thing none of my old English teachers read my blog.  Or Social Services.  Or come to think of it, the SPCA.  And here I thought the only people I had to be worried about (according to my kids) was the fashion police...

Well, if they sound odd, I can always blame it on my husband and his warped sense of humor... It's obvious that I've spent a little too much time within his sphere of influence. 

A Pirate, Happy Juice, And A Sharpie...

Questions Only Daddy Can Answer...
Do Chinese Kids Try To Dig Their Way To America...
Rice Krispies, Butt Wind And Out Of The Mouths Of Babes...
Santa Clause Might Want To Rethink Stopping At Our House...
We Are Raising Social Hyenas...
A Father Who Only Has Daughters To Torture...
What Does The English Language, Hoo Hoos And Pole Dancing Have In Common?
The Cookie Of Trouble And The Ten Commandments...
Loretta Lou And The Logistics Of Selling Your Kids On Ebay...
Chaos, Panic, Disorder... My Work Here Is Done...
A Continuing Process, A Combat Zone, And Leopard Print...
Janedictorian or Drivethrudictorian...
What Does A Purse, FEMA, And Being A Packhorse Have In Common?
A Wart, Easter Eggs And The Troglodytes...
Mr. Alarm Clock's Obituary...
Graduating To A Nudist Colony...
Evacuation Plans In Case Of A Zombie Attack...

QOTD:  "If the English Language made any sense, lackadaisical would have something to do with a lack of flowers."  Doug Larson