Beware the king’s “hair cut.”
Divorced, beheaded, died.
Divorced, beheaded, survived.
That’s the macabre mnemonic that’s been taught for years to remember the fates of each of King Henry VIII’s six wives. It’s that second one in line that is probably the best remembered of Henry’s harem. It was on May 19, 1536 that Anne Boleyn, second wife of Henry VIII, was beheaded just days after being convicted of the crimes of adultery, incest and high treason. More than likely, Anne wasn’t guilty of any of that nonsense… the king just needed a convenient excuse to get her non-son bearing womb out of the way so he could marry his newest flavor of the month, Jane Seymour.
James Bond might have something to day about taking his girl…
Before being legally murdered by her husband, Anne did give birth to a future outright queen of England, none other than Elizabeth I. Talk about having some strange parents…
And now it’s time for The Nest to lose its head, along with all of our marbles, in answering this week’s Share Your World questions… hosted, as always, by Melanie!
Looks like a few of these kids got the Anne Boleyn treatment too…
Do you become discouraged by the annual “Blogging Ennui” phenomenon that comes around every year? (it’s early this year IMO) (blogging ennui means (to me) a distinct slow down in writing and participation, which lasts an indefinite period of time).
Eh, I get more discouraged by the permanent loss of so many people who used to be prolific bloggers and participants here. Looking at the comments on some of my older posts makes me realize how many people who used to be a daily part of my online life are now doing….. well, not blogging anymore. I continue to chug away even if only four or five people on average are going to stop by to tell me how shitty my posts are…
C.K. Hope’s fire breathing and unbreathing dragon. Just one of the many people I miss…
If you were in a room filled with you and your doppelganger and 2 billion dollars, what would you do? What do you think your doppelganger would do?
Well, hopefully he’d help me carry all that money out of there and home. Can you imagine how much all those bills would weigh? Let alone if a bunch of it was in change! I’d gladly let my twin have half of the jack, and if he’s anything like me, he’d be more than satisfied with that cut…
And we’d both be spending the rest of our lives entering all that loot on Where’s George?
A building is burning. You have time to either save a child trapped inside or a valuable painting which you would then sell, using the money to save 20 children from starvation. What would you do and why?
I’d find myself another theoretical moral dilemma to get involved in. That kid’s on its own, and neither me nor my doppelganger are gonna be spending the money we get from that valuable Bob Ross masterpiece on anything as frivolous as child hunger. As Anne Boleyn Marie Antoinette once said, let them eat cake!
All organic recycled cake!
What’s your opinion of yams or sweet potatoes?
I’d like to think this question was inspired by my answer to the Australia part of last week’s world food query. Even if it wasn’t, that won’t stop me from taking a bow and patting myself on the back…
You, yes, all you people out there!!! You had nothing to do with my success! I am the greatest!!!
Patiently waiting for the standing ovation you’re all giving me to subside……
There!
Now as for yams…….. well, once again, in the immortal words of Paul Hogan:
That’s not a meme. Now THAT’S a meme!
Please feel free to share an image of something that makes you smile!
Four out of five dentists recommend squirrels for a healthy smile!
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
wise decision with that doppelganger, hope mine will agree too ;O)
If you even want to try and rip off yourself, you might be a little too greedy…
Thank you E.S. (aka Bill) for Sharing Your World! Those ‘cup cakes’ — just brrrr. I could NOT eat one, someone had a macabre sense of humor or wanted those bad boys all to themselves! I had wondered WHY ‘yams’ were on my mind, you’ve very skillfully reminded me. Yams. Ugh. You are the first brave person to admit they wouldn’t save the kid. And those Bob Ross paintings are worth a good ten or twenty dollars, now that he’s dead and all. Besides who is going to bad mouth a billionaire? They might give you money… Great cartoon! My feelings exactly. Hurt a bit? Can I grab hold of something soft and dangly and squeeze it uber hard if it DOES hurt like hell (as I suspect)? I ‘got’ the Steve Martin reference too…um. Is that good or bad? Silver hammers… 😄 Have a great week! 😁
It means you have good taste in cheesy old movies! Bob Ross, like every other artist, is worth more dead than he ever was alive. Supposedly he was a squirrel over like me. Too bad I couldn’t do his devil magic painting tricks…
That is a pretty cute looking squirrel. Love that smile-even though I know he’s planning something dastardly.
It is sad so many bloggers (or their pets) are no longer around. While I haven’t been at it as long as you, I mourn the loss of posts from the ones I started out with. At least you’re still here showing me irreverence can be a real hoot. 😅
You know you’re overly suspicious of squirrels when even that face can’t win you over to his complete innocence! Thank you for being one of the few who has stuck it out with me. Speaking of those who no longer blog, it was Bashful’s visit who brought us together!
That’s right! I miss June’s post and her critters.
Fantastic squirrel photo!
It’s one of my favorites, and I made it my desktop wallpaper a few years ago!
I’d eat those poo cakes. While sitting in the coffee shop across from the burning building.
Taking a bit of time to gaze at the carnage between bites. Mmmmmmmm!!!!
Yep – seems a lot of our blog buddies of the past have moved on to greener pastures. I keep wondering what the heck I’m doing still plugging away at it but would miss the man-eating otter scenarios on Tuesdays if I stopped. 🙂 That is a doozy of a squirrel photo – oh and I remember when Mom Ross used to bring a little rescued squirrel on camera to show him off. Terrible hair but super nice man.
Pam
I wonder if Bob Ross ever tried to rescue baby man-eating otters? Heck, they may have been living in that hair…
I’m guessing there were a lot of things in that hair!
Wow! You get comments!
Sometimes! Nowhere near as many as I used to.
I get the same amount as when I started blogging…10 years ago! 0-1 lol