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Monday, December 15, 2008

I'm fine. You can get up now...

I'm sure upon waking, you were shocked at the absence of my Monday post. 

You were incredibly concerned because that girl, nope, she just NEVER misses a weekday post. You fell to your knees and started to pray for the safety of her family, since it must indeed be something MAJOR and probably traumatic for her to have let this happen.

Not so much.

Just a strained muscle, a migraine and now a sick kid. 

So to recap:

My Pay It Forward prizes are being worked on. I've got something up my sleeve for Ronda (and no, it won't be Jill's book once I've finished it, but what a FABULOUS idea! lol), and am waiting to hear back about it. (Don't get all excited, it's not that great, I'm just having trouble ordering it! Sorry.) Mom (aka Why-not) is still getting whatever cookies are left by the time I find a nice Christmas tin to put them in. All one of them. (I had a few for breakfast...) It's freaking cold here and I'm not going out if I don't have to! And Betty's is still being considered.

Now, you know that I asked for a joke. Or something.  If you wanted to win. Well. I got two jokes. Seriously.

Here's what I was looking for:  (This is my personal favorite that makes George shake his head at my stupid sense of humour!)

The madam of a whorehouse sees two old guys coming up the walk.

She says to her girls, "Quick, get the blow up dolls! These old buggers aren't going to be able to tell the difference!"

So these guys pay their money and go up to their rooms for a good time.

Soon they are on their way back out and chatting about their experience.

The first guy says "How was it?"

"Well, I think mine was dead!"

"Dead! Why on earth do you think that??"

"Well" says the second guy, "She just wouldn't move! How was yours?"

"I think mine was a witch!!" he responds.

"A WITCH??! Why do you think she was a witch?"

"Because," says the first "I bit her tit and she farted and flew out the window!"


Happy Monday!


jill jill bo bill said...

THAT is some funny stuff! And I am crackin' up about about the one cookie. Okay book will mailed tomorrow because I am a baby and it's really cold and I HAVE to get out tomorrow.... Okay!?

Michelle said...

Thanks for the laugh!

Shelley said...

Hey, Pass that book on to me when you are done. I'd love to read it. Thanks.

Shelley said...

Hey, Pass that book on to me when you are done. I'd love to read it. Thanks.

Lilly's Life said...

Thats funny. When my daughter was about 8 she was over playing with a neighbourhood friend. She came home all breathless to report that she and the friend had found the key to the friends Dad's shed that no-one was allowed to go in. She said that he had big 'plastic' dolls, magazines, vaseline and whatever in there. As innocent as she could be. I could never look at this guy in the same way again, he he.

Ronda's Rants said...

Okay...Keep your day job! Kidding.... You are a funny girl!
I guess I will break down and buy the book! I love to read!