I’m sure other bloggers have done this, but how could I resist?
And finally, I bet this baby was blue when she was born:
This one is courtesy of Chauncy Gardiner
A driver is stuck in a traffic jam on the M8 in Scotland. Nothing is moving. Suddenly, a man knocks on the window. The driver rolls down his window and asks, “What’s going on?”
“Terrorists have kidnapped three England football fans. They’re asking for a £10 million ransom. Otherwise they’re going to douse them with petrol and set them on fire. We’re going from car to car, taking up a collection.”
“How much is everyone giving, on average?” the driver asks.
“About a gallon.”
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.
The Laughing Housewife 
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