Rings and Things and Hump Day Funnies

Happy Hump Day

As a followup to last week's post, I'm sorry to tell you that I did not find my engagement ring and I'm resigning myself to the idea that it's gone for good. On a more upbeat note, I have managed to hang onto the guy who gave me that ring and we're celebrating our 48th anniversary today. 

Happy Anniversary, honey.

I'm also delight to reveal this cover for DAY OF THE DARK.

Twenty-four stories by some wonderful authors, 

coming July 21 from Wildside Press.

(Yes, including one of mine.)

Now on to your hump day funnies.

Let's start with a joke.

It was New Year's Eve and my husband and I were doing the town. We turned on a night light, covered the parakeet's cage, and put the cat in the backyard. To avoid any DUI problems, we called a taxi, but when the taxi arrived and we opened the door, the cat scooted back inside.

This is a problem because if we leave the cat in the house, she goes after the bird. I went out to the cab while my husband went inside to get the cat. I'm always nervous about letting people know our house is going to be empty so I told the cabbie, "My husband will be right out. He's just gone upstairs to say goodnight to my mother.”

A few minutes later, my husband climbed into the cab. ”Sorry I took so long,” he said, as we drove away. “She was hiding under our bed again. I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out! She tried to take off, so I grabbed her by the scruff of the neck but I still had to wrap a blanket around her to keep her from scratching me. I tell you, she can be a real hell-cat sometimes. But I managed to haul her fat butt downstairs and threw her out into the back yard!”

The cab driver hit a parked car.

I know. That was awful. 

But it made me laugh. What can I say?

Saw an interesting ad the other day...

Um...huh?

Here's a quickie.

A little boy asked his grandmother, "Nana, how old are you?"

"Thirty-nine and holding," she replied.

He thought for a minute then asked, How old would you be if you let go?"

How about a couple thoughts to ponder this week?

Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?

If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?

Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?

 

 

Okay, time for your "aw". 

I've seen this one a couple places so you may have seen it before

but my heart always breaks for this poor guy.

look at those eyes.

I sure hope they didn't make him

 wait too long for that hot dog. 

That's all for today. Did we get you there? Over the hump and on the fast slope to the weekend? I hope so. Did you have a favorite?

To all the moms here in the U.S., have a very Happy Mother's Day. And to all moms, step-moms, grandmoms, great-grandmoms, and everyone who has ever been in the role of mom, even for a little while, have a wonderful Mother's Day weekend. You've earned it.

 

 

Thought for the Day:

 

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, "No way. That can't be right."

Forty-four Years and Counting

My daughter-in-law calls this weekend "the Leszczuk Christmas".  She's referring to the number of gifts being exchanged. Yesterday we had two birthdays (mine and my dad's) and, of course, Sunday is Mother's Day. But today is the best one of all. On this day, forty-four years ago, Stan and I were married.

I thought of writing a nice long post all about our life together - and we certainly have had our share of adventures - but when I thought about what really matters, I realized I could sum it up in one picture.

Our sons, daughters-in-law, and grandkids. 

(Not to mention the guy in the Santa hat - my dad.)

Forty-four years and this is what we have to show for it.

I think we've been truly blessed.

And I'm ready for forty-four more.

I love you, Sweetheart.

Have a great weekend everyone.

Newspaper Clipping for Today:

Why don't I ever see news like this in my local paper?