Three cheers for The Nest’s Sunday time killer known as the Weekend Threesome!  Three oddball bits from the past week I thought you should know about…

I enjoyed a nice five day respite from work this week before going back last night.  But before that, I still had to work last weekend, and I took my first break Sunday night on our lawn and garden patio.

The same patio where I once met these two…

One of the guys laying the new floor also came out for a smoke break (Which is what the front door’s for, but as I’ve learned from previous remodels, the construction peeps are treated like they have diplomatic immunity).  Anyway, he paced around while making a phone call to…. I’d assume some kind of significant other.  It’s actually rare to only get to listen to one side of a cellphone call these days given how many people use one of those face to face apps, whatever they’re called…

The flooring company he works for is based way out in the sticks of Illinois, and he was wanting her to bring something to him… but was trying to budget for how much gas that trip would eat up.  He advised her to only put a few dollars in the tank at home, which should let her make it to some place down the highway where he said it was 40 cents cheaper a gallon.  But then he had another tip….

“And use cruise control once you get on the highway!” he advised.

One awkward pause later…..

“Not birth control, CRUISE control!”

Thankfully my break was about over at that time, because I needed to get back inside the store so I could laugh like a hyena….

In the comments of my Saturday Squirrel post from two weeks ago, Lynette used the word plinth to describe the brick memorial the squirrel was standing on.  That’s a great word I hadn’t heard in ages, and as it always seems to go, I came across that word again just this past week in an amusing story from one of my bathroom readers!

A squirrel on his plinth.

This snippet appeared in Uncle John’s Curiously Compelling Bathroom Reader under the category “Oops!” which chronicles amusing mistakes people have made, and was reprinted from the British newspaper The Telegraph:

“One of Britain’s most prestigious art galleries put a block of slate on display, topped by a small piece of wood, in the mistaken belief it was a work of art.  The Royal Academy included the chunk of stone and the small bone-shaped wooden stick in its summer exhibition in London.  But the slate was actually a plinth — a slab on which a pedestal is placed — and the stick was designed to prop up a sculpture.  The sculpture itself — of a human head — was nowhere to be seen.  The Academy explained away the error by saying the parts were sent to the exhibition separately.  ‘Given their separate submission,’ it said in a statement, ‘the two parts were judged independently.  The head was rejected.  The base was thought to have merit and was accepted.'”

Just more proof that art is always in the eye of the beholder…

Perhaps the head was Carl Barger’s… in which case, I don’t blame them for displaying the plinth.

And finally, just a nag on Mother Nature….

It shouldn’t have surprised me that after a relatively cool Spring so far that it would just suddenly turn right into summer…. but 90’s with humidity in the second week of May!  That was just cruel…

Guess I’ll have to turn the fan on early this year…