Well, Hi-De-Ho There, Neighbor!
"Golly, pleased ta meet'cha, don'tcha know! My name is Gunderson, Betty Gunderson, and this is my husband, Laars, and we just moved into the house on the corner, and by gosh, this is such a great neighborhood, it sure is, I was just telling Laars how lucky we are to be here with the great schools and shopping and being off the main road away from the noise and all, and so what do you do for a living, then? Oh my goodness, well that's just fascinating, say maybe you and the family wanna come over for dinner tonight, won't be nothing fancy, just tuna hot dish and salad, and if you wanted to bring something, maybe you could bring over a little drawn butter and lemon, that would be just super, so we'll see you at seven then?"
There goes the neighborhood, C. B.
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Yep, pleased ta meetcha!
Hai New Neighbor how about joining us for a BBQ tonight!
LOL, LAARS.
"maybe you could bring over a little drawn butter and lemon"
It's a trap!
BTW, I kept reading this in the voices of the guys from MST doing their "Minnewegian" accents. ^_^
What is that crustacean, and how did it get there??
Oh fer silly.
When I hear 'Hi-de-ho neighbor,' I hear it in Wilson's voice from Home Improvement.
(Uck...buttered scorpion...)
those sly cats - they would definitely say that!
Who's your Craw Daddy?
Jello salad. Don't forget the Jello salad.
I believe it is a crawdad or Rock lobster depending on your part of the country.
I thought I was the only person who had ever seen a crawfish crossing the road!! Small world!
I love it when I can tell a NTMTOM post before reading the "posted by."
Epic YOWL in 3...2...1...
Crawdad, crawfish, crayfish -- a rose by any name would still pinch your nose with that pincer, no?
But I've never seen one out of water (much less crossing a road!), unless it was on a plate.
OMG... you said Hot Dish- sooo Minnesotan!
*dies*
Brilliant post!!!!
Oh, I was waiting with bated (or maybe baited?) breath for the mention of some variety of "hotdish"---a term I learned from Garrison Keillor.
In my neck of the woods, we call them 'crayfish', I don't know why that and not 'crawfish'. Too close to Minne-consin, I'm thinking (said as a Flatlander from far NW Illinois).
Are they gonna dance to B52's?
I love Casual Lookout Tabby over there.
Why did the crawdad cross the road?
To give the cat a high-five!
yes, crayfish.
+head blows up+
crawdaddies live in minnesota *and* louisiana? i never knew - but i guess the mississippi is a great highway
"watcha gonna do when the river runs dry?
sit ont the bank n watch the crawdads die..."
Kitler can has shellfish?
Ya, ya, you betcha!
Cute! But... get them all out of the road.
Good eye, BS -- there is the hint of a 'stache.
It was also crayfish for us Canadians in Manitoba or western Ontario, where they could be found in the lakes. A line, bare hook and a bit of wiener was usually enough to haul one up at the end of a dock. A catch-and-release operation for 8-year-old amusement.
In Maryland, where I grew up, its crayfish. I now live in New Orleans, where it is most certainly Crawfish. Speaking of which, this, plus the nutria in the next photo, suggests to me that this must be Louisiana wildlife day.
Whatever they are, I wouldn't eat any of 'em. Not even to stave off starvation. Bleah!
Well thank goodness. I swear I thought it was a scorpion.
In Maryland, where I grew up, its crayfish. I now live in New Orleans, where it is most certainly Crawfish. Speaking of which, this, plus the nutria in the next photo, suggests to me that this must be Louisiana wildlife day.
In Maryland, where I grew up, its crayfish. I now live in New Orleans, where it is most certainly Crawfish. Speaking of which, this, plus the nutria in the next photo, suggests to me that this must be Louisiana wildlife day.
The Gundersons are going to regret this invitation. Mrs. Letitia Crayfish-Hoople has an Amway franchise...
And sweet tea. Don't forget the sweet tea.
"When I was growing up, we'd eat meat. When we did not have meat, we'd eat fowl. When there was no fowl, we'd eat crawdad, when there was no crawdad, we ate sand."
Or pee in sand. Whatever.
THEM ARE BUGS!!!! At least that's what I call crawfish. Wouldn't eat'em. No way, no how. And I come from a family of cajuns.
@Decca: LOL! X-D Cats may think THEY'RE predators, but they've got nothin' on Amway peoples...
Oh and when I read the intro, I hear Frances McDormand from Fargo.
HAHAHA! Drawn butter and lemon. Here, and I was thinkin' she was a real peach there, yah a real peach.
This reminds me of the time late at night, riding our bikes to go downtown in New Orleans, my husband and I saw a crawfish hoofin' it across the road. We stopped and waited until he made it to the sewer. We've always been proud of the little crawfish-boil-escapee.
(But he would have been so tasty!)
p.s. Ya, Nora, over here in the Pacific Northwest, it's been "crawdads" forever and ever.
Yay for Louisiana day! I live in the New Orleans area too. :) Those kissing nutria must be Boudreaux D. Nutria and his wife Clotile! Go Zephyrs!
BTW mmmmm..... crawfish....
Those cats have Crabs.
NOMTOM is totally nuts!
Yeah, we're just gettin' ready for a crab boil at our place? Wanna' stop by with the wife and kids?
Why did the Crawdad/fish cross the road?
To show the possum it could be done.
Earsplitting *YOWL* in 3... 2... 1...
(PS -- not actually a fan of tuna hot dish, especially if it involves peas)
Man... I just got back to Kentucky from a week home (WAY N. Illinois, as in twenty-minutes-from-Wisconsin) and I still have all those vowels ringing in my ears.