Happy Hump Day
Hi. I'm squeezing in this post while I'm working on a massive project. Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with writing or querying or meeting editors' deadlines. I'm trying to put together a picture slide show for my dad's memorial service this Sunday...eighty-nine years captured in less than sixty photos. The odd thing is, my biggest problem isn't having too many pictures or not enough, it's the gaps.
My mom couldn't take a decent picture to save her life, so Dad was the family photographer. For all my growing up years - Christmases and birthdays and special events - I have tons of pictures of my mom and my brother and me, but very few of Dad. He was always behind the camera. He starts showing up in photos again about the time I got married and started taking my own pictures. It's sad because it looks like he was an absentee father when he was anything but.
So here's my word to the wise. Do you have someone in your family who takes all the family pictures? If so, try to pass that camera around so you have pictures of everyone. Someday, you'll be glad you did.
Okay, that's my public service announcement for today. Now let's get on to your hump day funnies.
Advantages to blending in #1.
Hey, I wouldn't have noticed.
Kid joke. (I love kid jokes.)
A priest was invited
to attend a house party. Naturally, he was
properly dressed and wearing his priest's collar.
A little boy at the party kept
staring at him the entire evening. Finally, the priest
asked the little boy what he was staring at.
The little boy pointed
to the priest's neck.
The priest asked, "Do you know why I wear this?"
The boy nodded. "Uh huh. Because it kills fleas and
ticks for up to three months".
Advantages to blending in #2.
If ya can't beat 'em...
Now from kids to married couples (you know, bigger kids).
Tom and his
wife Grace were attending a marriage seminar on communication.
"It is essential that husbands and
wives know each other's likes and dislikes," the instructor said.
He turned to Tom. "Can you name your wife's favorite flower?"
Tom leaned over, touched his wife's
arm gently and whispered, 'It's Pillsbury, isn't it, dear?
I'm glad we don't have Grace's answer.
Of course, sometimes that blending in thing doesn't quite work.
Poor guy.
Okay, time for your weekly "aw".
And if you don't have a monster size "aw" for this little one, there's something seriously wrong.
Yeah, I knew you would.
Success? Are we over that mid-week hump and sailing toward the weekend?
Excellent.
(Did you have a favorite?)
Have an outstanding week and weekend. I'll see you here next Wednesday.
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