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December 26, 2007

Littlest Angel? Caption Contest

Don't blame me.


Fausta started it.

Posted by Cassandra at December 26, 2007 01:30 PM

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Oh..good..grief. So many possibilities...so little time.

Wings with boots? Is he mad?

Posted by: Cricket at December 26, 2007 02:24 PM

Dexter's wife couldn't help noticing that just before Christmas Dexter was always just as good as he could be...

Posted by: "Men"..., she said, with some exasperation at December 26, 2007 03:14 PM

"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch..."

"Do you see what I see?"

"It Came Upon The Midnight Clear..."

Posted by: Cricket at December 26, 2007 06:28 PM

"Bad little boys burn in lakes of fire for ever and ever..." Milton sneered in his best imitation of his first grade nun. "But good little boys wear angel wings in clouds of cool fluffy white."

Posted by: spd rdr at December 26, 2007 07:18 PM

For the truly dedicated, there is no time of year when it is not worthwhile to work on eradicating those nasty tan lines.

Posted by: annlee at December 26, 2007 07:46 PM

"We've a little job for you in Bedford Falls", he said...
"It's a piece of cake", he said.
"Just help a fellow named George Bailey through a tough spot and you'll get your wings", he said...

I did not think such conduct and trickery was allowed, I mean no one said I had to return ever year there after to shovel snow!

Posted by: Winged Clarence at December 26, 2007 08:04 PM

They say that every time a bell rings, and Angel gets his wings.

Who rang the dumbell?

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at December 26, 2007 09:53 PM

Dexter works at getting rid of the ice on the sidewalk. Cracks are not only unsightly, but dangerous.

Posted by: Cricket at December 26, 2007 11:18 PM

Posted by: ww at December 26, 2007 11:51 PM

Fly Me to the Moon?

Posted by: Sloan at December 27, 2007 06:54 AM

"What an unsightly mess!" Dexter exclaimed.

Whenever you see heavy snows, that's when
angels shed their clothes.

Posted by: Cricket at December 27, 2007 08:15 AM

O! Rosy-cheek'd cherub!
Sent by ... umm... heaven
To bless us with tiny angel kisses!

Posted by: Cassandra at December 27, 2007 09:20 AM

Even if his behavior with the virgins at the office Christmas party was "conduct unbecoming an angel," Lumpkin fumed, there was still no need to pile 7,000 years of community service in Green Bay on top of his demotion to buck cherub.

Posted by: spd rdr at December 27, 2007 09:48 AM

spd, that is one angel that will be grateful for Globull Warming.

Posted by: Cricket at December 27, 2007 09:53 AM



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Posted by: Smiley Faces at December 27, 2007 09:59 AM

Hey, "Ezequiel," is that you with your smiling face pointed at the camera?

Posted by: spd rdr at December 27, 2007 10:15 AM

Hey... speaking of Global Warming, isn't that Al Gore?

Posted by: It Snows Wherever He Goes! at December 27, 2007 10:15 AM

Next time warn me, mr rdr. I didn't see your comment until I hit "Post"...

That was cruel :p

Posted by: It Snows Wherever He Goes! at December 27, 2007 10:18 AM

Cass, have you been frequenting the Euro-pron sites? You can almost smell the plot line.

Posted by: Pile On at December 27, 2007 03:04 PM

I don't know about you, but I'm not *smelling* anything until he's done shoveling.....

Posted by: GracieLou Freebush at December 27, 2007 06:46 PM

Random disturbing thought #1:
What if that's not a guy?

Posted by: GracieLou Freebush at December 27, 2007 06:48 PM

After finally tiring of all the "Is he a she or she a he?" questions, Pat decided to, once and for all, lay bare the naked truth. Sadly, even then, no one could figure it out.

Posted by: Sly2017 at December 27, 2007 06:55 PM

Felton was beginning to understand why no one else volunteered to go "door to door" for the Huckabee campaign.

Posted by: spd rdr at December 27, 2007 07:04 PM

1. Gracie, sadly, it did occur to me yesterday that it may be a female. Scary.

On the otter heiny I now have a *much* better body image... :p

2. spd, you're a dead man :D

Posted by: It Snows Wherever He Goes! at December 27, 2007 07:35 PM

Denied a spot as a runway Angel at the Victoria's Secret fashion show, Pat acted to insure that Victoria's Secret would be doomed!

Thus the world of fashion entered into a new phase in which their adoption of don't ask don't tell failed miserably and unfortunately, all too publicly.

Posted by: Tommy Cantfiger at December 27, 2007 09:58 PM

Having lost the bet, Bubba dutifully posed for the camera.

Posted by: camojack at December 28, 2007 01:33 AM

It slowly dawned on Moose that perhaps his St. Peter had misunderstood his comment about wanting to join "Hell's Angels."

Posted by: spr rdr at December 28, 2007 09:59 AM

Oh, I like that one.

Posted by: Cassandra at December 28, 2007 10:30 AM

I wonder where you mount him on the tree?

Posted by: rodney dill at December 28, 2007 04:34 PM

The years have not been kind to Janet Reno

Posted by: rodney dill at December 28, 2007 04:35 PM


2007 witnessed the worst U.S. housing rump in sixteen years –-

Real Estate agents across the country have reported increased sightings of Giganticus Bareassius Maximus HarriFolliculus faeries appearing during open house events and unscheduled client visits of properties across the US.

A spokesthing from the CAGBMHFR’s (Council of American Giganticus Bareassius Maximus HarriFoliculus Relations) will address this allegation as a guests columnists appearing this weekend on RUUTERS feeds.

In related news, the
Chairman of the Federal Reserve has pledged 20 Trillion in Euro… ahh, sorry, USD in an effort to contain the rump induced slump.

Posted by: Larry on finance at December 28, 2007 05:11 PM

Hell's Angels? My screen needs cleaning.
Cass, no contest. He wins.

Posted by: Cricket at December 28, 2007 05:32 PM

"I wonder where you mount him on the tree?"

That's easy. As the topper, you just shove the tree up his aaa...aahhh, Hi, Cass! Didn't see you standing there. What are you doing with that bar of soap?

Posted by: Sly2017 at December 28, 2007 06:28 PM


Well I agree, Cricket. But Larry and Rodney are certainly giving mr rdr a run for his money :p

The Janet Reno line was inspired.

Posted by: Princess Leia, Over Easy at December 29, 2007 09:19 AM

Naked shoveling was not what Dexter was thinking when he was told to strip.

Posted by: Cricket at December 29, 2007 12:17 PM

What if there is a thong involved?

Pass the tweezers! If those wings work, fighting for altitude he would look like a goat going uphill!

Posted by: vet66 at December 30, 2007 12:53 PM

A much older (and long ago fallen) Angel of the Morning sang loudly as he shoveled, hoping that someone would take him up on his request to

"Just call me angel of the morning (ANGEL)
just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby."

Posted by: Deb at December 31, 2007 04:30 AM

*That* was despicable... :p

Posted by: Cassandra at December 31, 2007 09:24 AM

Bad Cass bad Cass...

Posted by: Sluggo at January 1, 2008 05:01 AM

Lost a bet on the Packers-Giants game January 20, 2008.

Posted by: Jim Conrad at January 21, 2008 08:13 PM