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Friday Funnies
So in an effort to begin the weekend with a smile I thought I'd post a picture of something I saw in an antique shop recently.
Never mind about all the rest, when is THIS going to be listed on the PBS?!
And on the reverse:
Never mind about all the rest, when is THIS going to be listed on the PBS?!
And on the reverse:
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- hahaha
Housework was a woman's job, but one evening, SANDY arrived home from work to find the children bathed, one load of laundry in the washer and another in the dryer. Dinner was on the stove, and the table set.
She was astonished! It turns out that DAVE had read an article that said, 'Wives who work full-time and had to do their own housework were too tired to have sex'.
The night went very well. The next day, SANDY told her friends all about it. 'We had a great dinner. DAVE even cleaned up the kitchen. He helped the kids do their homework, folded all the laundry and put it away. I really enjoyed the evening.'
'But what about afterward?' asked her friends. 'Oh, that........... DAVE was too tired.' God is good - I have not done this but have automatically put my arm out to help someone up a step !
- Aint THAT the truth, @iserbrown!! I had 10 years of it, before being diagnosed with BC - so getting a double dose! grrrr
- Probably on here before - but this brought a smile to my dial! LOL
- YES! Please do! I remember faces but not names, at least now I have an excuse...
- OMG - this is SO ME!!
- Some days feel exactly like this ...
- An oldie, but a goodie .....The other night I was invited out for a night with the “girls.” I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, “I promise!” Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.Quickly, realising my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT !)The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him “MIDNIGHT”… he didn’t seem pissed off in the least. Whew, I got away with that one! Then he said “We need a new cuckoo clock.” When I asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then it said “oh shit” Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
