There comes a time when you simply have to put things on the line to protect your family from the predations of the world at large. I am in a struggle now over health insurance. Health insurance companies never complain about receiving premium payments, but you have to go to war at times over claims where you try to activate the services you paid the premiums for. I am having trouble now even though the previous insurance had no problem with paying their part for the very same services I am arguing for now. The new insurance will not accept without a fight. So now my Paffooney picture portrays Daddy going to war instead of Poppa coming home. I will think hard about what is funny in this situation. I mean to come back with a lampoon of these pirates. That’s how you kill a whale, right? Lampoon it with a really sharp lampoon… or was that HARpoon? Whatever… more really bad puns to come later when I have gathered my wits and sharpened my harpoons.
Family Issues
Filed under oil painting, Paffooney, satire
Catch a Falling Star 
The re is a special place in hell for insurance companies and those that force you to beg for that which you deserve.
That place is between the spinach garden and the theater that only runs unpopular Brendan Fraser movies. May they have all the fun they deserve!
Lol…yes, that works perfectly.
Worded so perfectly ..yes true!
Thank you.