Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for August 28, 2014

Doom just around the corner…

Uh-oh…

You can run, but you can’t hide from doom.

but the horsey,err whatever, is anchored. Dang!

Well technically I wasn’t right since “Uh-Oh” Baby wasn’t actually doing the rumbling, but he was the cause of it.

By the way, I know these are repeats since Mr. Thompson retired some time ago but I honestly did not know what was coming when I made that comment 2 days ago.

The Uh Oh Baby! The thick plottens!

My new, 18 mo. old granddaughter, a toddler herself, is good at saying “Uh Oh” as well as quite accurate in the appropriate applications. Mostly it’s cute, occasionally a disaster.

When this baby grows up and has a dog, it will likely be named Astro (Ruh-roh!)

Uh-oh. What mean these syllables? What portent is this? Are we all doomed? Uh-oh.

Looks like an episode of The Walking Dead!

“The Uh-oh baby is a portent of Doom!”

lol, classic!

Where does Alice learn a word like “portent”? :-)

Hasn’t the “Uh Oh” baby become an “Uh Oh Toddler” too?