My neighborhood growing up

My neighborhood growing up
19th Street, Port Townsend

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

early morning

Getting ready to head downtown in a few minutes to have blood drawn at the lab. Then I'll come back, pick up the dog, have coffee, do a few chores, and head downtown again for a bone density test and a mammogram.  Such fun.

Meanwhile, I thought I'd post some things I got in emails yesterday that made me laugh.
(from Les Walden)
Broccoli Casserole


A woman goes to her boyfriend's parents' house for Christmas dinner.
This is to be her first time meeting the family and she is very nervous.
They all sit down and begin eating a fine meal.
The woman is beginning to feel a little discomfort, thanks to her nervousness and the broccoli casserole. The gas pains are almost making her eyes water. Left with no other choice, she decides to relieve herself a bit and lets out a dainty fart.
It wasn't loud, but everyone at the table heard the poof.
Before she even had a chance to be embarrassed, her boyfriend's father looked over at the dog that had been snoozing under the woman's chair, and said in a rather stern voice, 'Skippy!'.

The woman thought, 'This is great!' and a big smile came across her face.
A couple of minutes later, she was beginning to feel the pain again.
This time, she didn't even hesitate. She let a much louder and longerrrrrrip.
The father again looked at the dog and yelled, 'Skippy!'
Once again the woman smiled and thought 'Yes!' A
few minutes later the woman had to let another rip.
This time she didn't even think about it.
She let a fart rip that rivaled a train whistle blowing.
Once again, the father looked at the dog with disgust and yelled, 'Skippy, get away from her, before she shits on you!'


(from Susie Bara)

I pointed to two old drunks sitting across the bar from us and told my friend
"That's us in 10 years".
He said "That's a mirror, dip-shit!


And here's a video my daughter posted on Facebook. Her husband, Andy, works for T-Mobile and she's doing consulting work there right now.



More later....

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