F.A.F. Baby

*I considered not posting Funny Animal Friday today, in light of all the… well… shit happening all over our country (and world), but then I thought… who doesn’t need a laugh? The world needs you, Bev. With that being said, if you are offended by people trying to be funny with such serious current events, you may want to stop reading and turn back to CNN. I get it. I’d also like to point out that what’s ahead probably isn’t even that funny, so maybe read on? Long story short: I wanted to post F.A.F. today, so I’m posting F.A.F. today. Sue me. If you can find me.

As you all know, Bev had family visiting for approximately a week, and then traveled back with said family for some quality time in Mayberry. While the family was visiting MyCity, we often took Maude’s van, as all of us (Smoke, MamaG, Maude, Jasper, Margaret, Norma, and me) can fit in one vehicle. I often drove, as we were in MyCity, and I knew where we were going. However, sometimes I drink this stuff called alcohol, and then Smoke and MamaG won’t let me drive. Maude and Jasper don’t enjoy a good cocktail as much as I do, so they sometimes drove. MamaG took the wheel a few times as well, and obviously, Margaret (9) and Norma (5) were out. Want to know who else was out? Ol’ Smokey G. As you know, city driving is not necessarily his jam. If you’d like him to take apart and put back together a large piece of machinery, he can and will. If you’d like him to fix/take apart/install a garbage disposal, dishwasher, etc., he can and will. You want him to drive to the MyCity Children’s Museum? You’re probably better off with Margaret or BevWithABuzz at the wheel.

Seriously, there was a time when I moved into a new apartment, and MamaG and I were headed to Ikea, and wanted to send Smoke to Target for a few items. I’ll never forget watching him drive off and wondering if that’s how parents feel when they send their first child to kindergarten. (I feel like you should know that getting from my house to Target literally requires two turns, getting back requires three, and he followed us there, so really only had to get himself home. I remember MamaG reminding him that he had a GPS in the car if he needed it, and I told him to find a cop if he got lost. True story. I would also have liked to have been a fly on the wall when he was in the laundry detergent aisle. Think walrus performing an appendectomy when you think of Smoke buying high-efficiency laundry detergent specifically for white/light clothing.)

Anyway, I’m rambling, and you’re wondering what in Christ’s name this all has to do with a funny animal. Well, here’s what this has to do with a funny animal: