It's Wednesday. Happy Hump Day.
Last week's pictures were all kind of over-the-top sweet so this week I'm balancing the scales. Nothing that requires a "Mature Audience" warning, but maybe more chuckles than "Aw"s.
First a joke:
It was entertainment night at the Senior Citizens Center.
Claude the hypnotist explained, "I'm here to put you into a trance; I intend to hypnotize each and every member of the audience."
The excitement was almost electric as Claude withdrew a beautiful antique pocket watch from his coat.
"I want each of you to keep your eyes on this antique watch. It's a very special watch. It's been in my family for six generations."
He began to swing the watch gently back and forth while quietly chanting, "Watch the watch, watch the watch, watch the watch..."
The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and forth, light gleaming off its polished surface. A hundred pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch until, suddenly, the chain broke; it slipped from the hypnotist's fingers and fell to the floor, breaking into a hundred pieces.
"SHIT!" said the hypnotist.
It took three days to clean up the Senior Citizens Center.
Claude was never invited back.
Now a question for the ages:
(Or is that for the aged?)
A Conversation in Heaven
Well, hi there, Sylvia. I didn't know you were here already. How'd you die?
I froze to death.
It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm & sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. What about you?
I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.
So, what happened?
I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet and checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died.
Too bad you didn't look in the freezer, dear...we'd both still be alive.
Okay, you get at least one "Aw":
I'm ready for my walk now.
And a thought for the day for all my writer friends:
To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
Okay, do you feel fortified? Can you make it over the mid-week hump and onto the downhill slope toward the weekend? Good. Then my job here is done.
(Please don't forget to say hi while you're here.)
Groaner of the Day: What is the purpose of reindeer? It makes the grass grow, sweetie.