Yes, we are getting more snow
And what can you do but laugh?
One winter morning during breakfast a husband and wife in northern
Minnesota were listening to the radio. They heard the announcer say,
"We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your
car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can get
through."
So the good wife went out and moved her car.
A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the
radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow
today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the
street, so the snowplows can get through." The good wife went out
and moved her car again.
The next week they are again having breakfast, when the
radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow
today. You must park..." Then the electric power went out. The
good wife was very upset, and with a worrie d look on her face s
he said, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the
street do I need to park on so the snowplows can get through?"
With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are
married to blondes exhibit, the husband replied, "Why don't you just
leave it in the garage this time?"
One winter morning during breakfast a husband and wife in northern
Minnesota were listening to the radio. They heard the announcer say,
"We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your
car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can get
through."
So the good wife went out and moved her car.
A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the
radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow
today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the
street, so the snowplows can get through." The good wife went out
and moved her car again.
The next week they are again having breakfast, when the
radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow
today. You must park..." Then the electric power went out. The
good wife was very upset, and with a worrie d look on her face s
he said, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the
street do I need to park on so the snowplows can get through?"
With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are
married to blondes exhibit, the husband replied, "Why don't you just
leave it in the garage this time?"