Crapday the 13th got better after a nap
My Xanax started to work around 7:00 this morning, so I was able to go back to bed and get about 3 more hours of on-and-off sleep.
I don't know if I'll be able to afford both (or either) of these trips, but just in case: Only 152 days until Further Confusion, and 195 days until Furry Fiesta!
The joke I found online for today's Toastmasters meeting went over really well:
A maid was cleaning the house when the phone rang. When she answered, the man on the other end asked, "Is my wife there?"
The maid said, "Yes, sir. She's upstairs in bed with her boyfriend."
Now, the man was obviously upset about this, so he said, "I want you to go to the hall closet, get my shotgun and shoot them both."
The maid put the phone down and walked off. A couple minutes later, she picked up the phone and said, "Okay. They're both dead. What should I do with the bodies?"
The man said, "Just toss them into the pool. I'll handle it when I get home."
The maid said, "But, Mr. Smith, we don't have a pool."
The man said, "Mr. Smith? Oh, sorry, I've got the wrong number!"
I don't know if I'll be able to afford both (or either) of these trips, but just in case: Only 152 days until Further Confusion, and 195 days until Furry Fiesta!
The joke I found online for today's Toastmasters meeting went over really well:
A maid was cleaning the house when the phone rang. When she answered, the man on the other end asked, "Is my wife there?"
The maid said, "Yes, sir. She's upstairs in bed with her boyfriend."
Now, the man was obviously upset about this, so he said, "I want you to go to the hall closet, get my shotgun and shoot them both."
The maid put the phone down and walked off. A couple minutes later, she picked up the phone and said, "Okay. They're both dead. What should I do with the bodies?"
The man said, "Just toss them into the pool. I'll handle it when I get home."
The maid said, "But, Mr. Smith, we don't have a pool."
The man said, "Mr. Smith? Oh, sorry, I've got the wrong number!"