I seem to be reserving Sundays for the groaniest jokes. I think I’m hoping people will sleep in and miss them.
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Some men were discussing coincidences.
The first man said, “My wife was reading a A Tale Of Two Cities and she gave birth to twins.”
“That’s funny,” the second man remarked, “my wife was reading The Three Musketeers and she gave birth to triplets.”
A third man said, “My wife gave birth to quintuplets after reading Five Children And It.”
Suddenly, another man jumped up, shouting, “I have to get home now!”
When asked what the problem was, he exclaimed, “When I left the house, my wife was reading Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves!”
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)