A few days ago, my friend Amanda's husband was complaining about her lack of meal preparation, when Amanda pointed her finger at him, smiled, and said, "Honey, I told you a long time ago - I cook in ONE room, and one room only . . . YOU PICK WHICH ROOM!"
It's Just East of the Mediterranean
We were having a serious group discussion last Sunday, when one of the guys stated, "That's the problem with the guys who strip."
HUH? What does THAT have to do with anything?
As I looked around, I could see I wasn't the only one confused. Finally, someone asked him, "What did you say?" To which he replied, 'That's the problem with the Gaza Strip."
Oooohhhh. Well, that's a very different thing now, isn't it?
It's a Moo point
(Ashley emailed this to me today): A farmer was helping one of his cows give birth when he noticed his young son standing wide-eyed at the fence, taking in the event. The man thought, "Great... he's 5 and I'm gonna have to start explaining the birds and bees. No need to jump the gun, I'll just let him ask and I'll answer." After everything was over, the man walked over to his son and said: "Well, son, do you have any questions?" "Yeah," gasped the kid . . . "How fast was the calf going when it hit that cow?"
Which made me think of a conversation with my sister, shortly after her daughter was born. Stacey was holding week-old Lindsay when someone commented, "Don't wanna send her back, do you?"
To which my sister replied, without missing a beat, "NOT THE WAY SHE CAME, I DON'T!!!"