Happy Hump Day
I'm having a strange week. So much so that I'm going to tell you how it began as your first hump day funny.
Monday morning I get in my car, put the key in the ignition, and turn it to start the engine. Nothing. The dash displays are on and so is the XM radio, but no engine. Then I notice the message on the dash info system: "KEY NOT ACCEPTED".
Huh? I remove the key and try again. Same thing. I get out of the car and try the various buttons on the key - you know, lock, unlock. Nope they're not working either. Okay. I decide the battery inside the key must be dead so I go back inside, get my spare key, and start over. With the same results. "KEY NOT ACCEPTED".
Picture this now: I have somewhere I need to be. I'm in my own garage, sitting in my own car, using my own key, and I can't go anywhere because my stupid car thinks I'm a car thief!
I'm not going to share any of the things I said that morning, but it wasn't pretty.
So I'm carless this week, which makes me crazy, especially because I couldn't get to the bookstore yesterday to pick up my copy of Pearls and Poison, the new release by a favorite author of mine, Duffy Brown.
Pearls and Poison is the latest in the Consignment Shop Mysteries series. I loved the first two, Iced Chiffon and Killer in Crinolines. Can't wait to read Pearls and Poison. I highly recommend you check out all three.
Okay, I've got a joke for you. It's a tad long for a hump day post but I thought it was funny.
A cowboy, who
just moved to Wyoming from Texas, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of beer . He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.
When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three
more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One's in Arizona, the other's in Colorado . When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits this is a nice custom and leaves it there.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."
The cowboy looks puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine. It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.
Hasn't affected my brothers though."
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."
The cowboy looks puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine. It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.
Hasn't affected my brothers though."
Here's someone who found some fun in this too long and snowy winter.
I'm running long today so let's cut to your weekly "aw". You're going to love this one.
Admit it. You know you said it.
That's it. Hope this got you over the hump and on the way to a great weekend. Did you have a favorite?
In case you're wondering, it was the anti-theft module in my car that failed. I'm waiting now for the new one (on order) to be installed.
Quote for Today:
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. ~ Douglas Adams.
