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Little amusements

     Yes, sometimes little things amuse me.  Okay, most of the time.  I have toys, little character flash drives, whistles, kazoos, and silly pens and pencils all over my desk.  I have a tape dispenser that’s a dog.

     I recently bought a new USB port that looks like a skull, it has storage room in the top.  Yay, I found a new home for my flash drives. 

     The Curmudgeon just shrugs at my insanity.  I guess he figures it keeps me from killing him.

     You all have a good one!

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EEEEK!

     Help!  My dust bunnies killed my cleaning fairy.  Oh, darn.  

 

Dust bunnies

Dust bunnies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Mine are bigger than this and they have nasty sharp teeth and flashing eyes!  Guess I have to get off my bum and get cleaning. 

 

 

 

The Washcloth


Ladies this has to be read, laughed at, and passed on. There is not a woman alive today who won’t crack up over this!

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.  Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor’s office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn’t have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort.

So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.

I was a little surprised when the doctor said, “My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven’t we?” I didn’t respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal .. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my 6-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, “Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, “No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”

Never going back to that doctor again……….. never.

You all have a good one and keep on laughing!!!

Joke for today…The Dress.

A mother-in-law stopped by unannounced at her
son’s house. She knocked on the door then immediately walked in and she
was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch totally naked.
Soft music was playing and the aroma of perfume filled the room.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m waiting for Mike to come home from work,” the daughter-in-law answered.

“But you’re naked!” the mother-in-law exclaimed.

“This is my love dress,” the daughter-in-law explained.

“Love dress? But you’re naked!”

“Mike loves me and wants me to wear this dress,” she explained. It
excites him to no end. Every time he sees me in this dress he instantly
becomes romantic and ravages me for hours on end. He can’t get enough of
me”

The mother-in-law left. When she got home she undressed,
showered, put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic
CD, and lay on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive.

Finally her husband came home. He walked in and saw her lying there so provocatively. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“This is my love dress,” she whispered sensually.

“Needs ironing,” he said. “What’s for dinner?

He never heard the gunshot.

 

You all have a good one and keep on laughing!

 

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English: “My Wife and my Mother-in-Law”, a famous optical illusion. Appears in Puck, v. 78, no. 2018 (1915 Nov. 6), p. 11. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

A couple of diet funnies for those of us trying to lose the fluffy we gained

how is diet going for you smokin hot

Tax season joke…because we all need to laugh.

The IRS decides to audit Grandpa, and summons him to the IRS office. The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.

The auditor said, ‘Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, which you explain by saying that you win money gambling.

I’m not sure the IRS finds that believable.’

I’m a great gambler, and I can prove it,’ says

Grandpa. ‘How about a demonstration?’

The auditor thinks for a moment and said, ‘Okay. Go ahead.’

Grandpa says, ‘I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye.’

The auditor thinks a moment and says, ‘It’s a bet.’

Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it.

The auditor’s jaw drops.

Grandpa says, ‘Now, I’ll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye.’

Now the auditor can tell Grandpa isn’t blind, so he takes the bet.

Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye.

The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa’s attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.

‘Want to go double or nothing?’ Grandpa asks ‘I’ll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between.’

The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there’s no way this old guy could manage that stunt, so he agrees again.

Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can’t make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much urinates all over the auditor’s desk.

The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win.

But Grandpa’s attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.

‘Are you okay?’ the auditor asks.

‘Not really,’ says the attorney. ‘This morning, when Grandpa told me he’d been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and you’d be happy about it.’

     You all have a good one!

Does this mean I’ve become lazy or am I germaphobic?

     I notice I am ordering more and more items online instead of going out shopping for them.  Is it laziness or something else?

     I know I am not very eager to go to peopled places with all the flu going around and me unable to tolerate the vaccines.  I will avoid grocery shopping for as long as possible and then as soon as I leave the store I slather my hands in hand sanitizer.  I never did that before.

     I am glad my postman likes me.  He does deliver so many packages to us lately.  He likes me because I chased him down on trick or treat night to give him a bag of assorted candy.  LOL, I never saw anyone quite so happy to get candy.

    Maybe I should put together a bag of valentine candies for him to stay in his good graces?

     You all have a good one!

On getting older…

I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape,
so I got my doctor’s permission to
join a fitness club and start exercising.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors.
I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But,
by the time I got my leotards on,
the class was over.

An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and, second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart.  Wal-Mart?� the preacher exclaimed. Why Wal-Mart?� Then I’ll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week.


It’s scary when you start making the same noises
as your coffee maker.

I very quietly confided to my best friend that I was having an affair.She turned to me and asked, Are you having it catered?And that, my friend, is the sad definition of OLD�!

You all have a good one, and don’t forget to laugh!

Are you shopping on black Friday?

     Some poor fool actually asked me that question.  When I finally stopped laughing, picked myself up from the floor, and was able to choke out the answer, which went something along the line of, are you effing kidding?  I hated it when I had to work it in retail and I hate it even more now.  They had the nerve to look surprised. 

     Oh, yeah, they LIKE IT.  :O  They actually PLAN for it EVERY year.  Oh My effing Goddess!!! 

     I won’t go anywhere near a store from Thanksgiving to after New Years if I can help it.  I even cringe at the thought of having to go to a grocery store during that time. 

     I swear Black Friday is when they release all the mental patients, give them credit cards, cars, and maps to all the malls. 

     I DO NOT GO SHOPPING on Black Friday.  I stay home where I only have to put up with one crazy man and two crazy dogs.

     You all have a good one.  Happy Thanksgiving.

 

I ordered these cookie cutters

 

     I couldn’t resist them. 

I hate wireless crap!

     I am not amused today.  I spent well over two hours trying to get my printer to talk to both my desk top and lap top computers.  It still refuses.  I don’t know what they are fighting over, an affair with another printer?  I don’t think so.  Is my printer in some sort of snit over something the computers or wireless router said?  Maybe.

     All I know is, I am a writer, I need my printer to work, and it isn’t working.  I walked through the Verizon In home Agent app. and that lying piece of crap is no help what-so-ever!  I am mere seconds from throwing the printer through a wall. 

     No, that threat didn’t help, the printer still refuses to talk to my computers.  Wireless, a real pain in the ass piece of crap technology for the masses to hate.  Even my wireless mouse is crap good thing it’s only for my lap top.  I had a wireless keyboard and got rid of it.  I like my hard-wired keyboard.

     You all have a good one.  I imagine I will once I take a sledge-hammer to my printer.  😀

Thanks Cuz, I needed something to post tonight.

You can blame my cousin Gloria for this one.  She sent it to me and I couldn’t resist posting it.  My apologies to the author but it came without a credit.

A  firefighter was working on the engine outside the Station, when he  noticed a  little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off  the sides and a  garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The girl was  wearing a firefighter’s helmet. The wagon was being pulled  by her dog and her cat. The firefighter walked over to take  a closer look.
‘That  sure is a nice fire truck,’ the firefighter said with  admiration.

‘Thanks,’ the girl replied.

The  firefighter looked a little closer.  The girl had tied  the wagon to her dog’s collar and to the cat’s  testicles. 

“Little partner,’ the firefighter said, ‘I don’t  want to tell you how to run your rig,  but if you were to tie that rope around the cat’s collar, I think you  could go faster.

The  little girl replied thoughtfully, ‘You’re probably right,  but then I wouldn’t have a siren.’