Six Word Thursday

 

I have been playing Six Word Saturday for a long time now.  I discovered my interest goes back two years: I first posted this in 2010.

If you want to join in, take the same headings as mine and write a six-word memoir for each one. You can be as honest or as vague as you like. 

Six Word Stories Window Graphics VII (Photo credit: Keith Bloomfield)

Best Advice Given Or Gotten:

Don’t put it down, but away.

Milestone Birthdays:

Eighteen: my parents set me free.
Forty: my age set me free.

Holiday Traditions:

Tree up: together.  Tree down: mother.
Everybody’s home; everybody eats; everybody laughs.

A Memorable Meal:

The Spur: Christmas Dinner. Steak sucks.

Siblings:

Two brothers; one older; one younger.

Cheating Death:

Eldest Child: Pool. Slip. Alert friend.
Youngest Child: biltong: slap: sore back.

The Trip That Changed My Life:

First flight to South Africa. Sigh.

What A Child Taught Me:

We’re polite to strangers, not family.

Revenge Is Sweet:

But it belongs to the Lord.

The Worst Mistake I’ve Ever Made:

Paid ten cents: saw modern art.

Met Very Young:

My husband; our marriage matured us.

Growing Old Together:

We’re grey, cuddly and in love.

My Life Overall:

Has been happier than many another.

 

 

Joke 511

 

Skyscraper? (Photo credit: Naveen Roy)

From ajokeaday.com, though I first heard a version of this thirty years ago.

Bill, Jim and Scott were at a convention together and were sharing a large suite on the top of a 75-story skyscraper.  After a long day of meetings they were shocked to hear that the elevators in their hotel were broken and they would have to climb 75 flights of stairs to get to their room.

Bill said to Jim and Scott, “Let’s break the monotony of this unpleasant task by concentrating on something interesting.  I’ll tell jokes for 25 flights; Jim can sing songs for 25 flights; and Scott can tell sad stories the rest of the way.”  

The others agreed this was a good idea so Bill told jokes for  25 flights, recalling the best of those he’d read at The Laughing Housewife.

At the 26th floor Bill stopped telling jokes and Jim began to sing.

At the 51st floor Jim stopped singing and Scott began to tell sad stories.  At the 74th floor he said, “I will tell my saddest story yet…I left the room key in the car!”