New Lungs, Joke Day and TGIF!

I am so dang happy it’s Friday! What a long week this has been. Sorry I haven’t written but frankly, I just didn’t have anything to share with you. Since today is Friday I thought I better put something out there…

Random Thoughts:

*Tricia @ Confessions of a CF Husband just got a new set of lungs and is recovering in the ICU. She has been up walking around and seems to be doing fine. Please send your prayers to her, she will need them help her fight, well, for her life, frankly.

*I can’t even imagine the concept of needing “new lungs”. I mean, I get it, but it’s so far from my reality that I have a hard time wrapping my brain around it.

*WWH called me at 9:30 today and asked me to find out if my mom could make the exact same reservations (at the same restaurant) for dinner as we had last week. I did, and she did, and so we are going to the same place as last week. Fine by me. We both took advantage of some super good and pricey meals last week. This week, we will try the fish fry. Can’t wait!

*Today at 3:30pm it is Joke Time. I haven’t a clue as to how this all started but we reserved that time (because the boss is leaving early today) for each of us to tell a joke. Mine first one was a story-type joke and I got it off the net and told it to a co-worker in a different department for practice. It was not the big hit I thought it was going to be. Here it is:

A young man takes his date to the county fair and the first thing they do is ride the Ferris wheel. After the ride, the young man asks the girl what she would like to do next. She answers, “I would like to get weighed”. The young man thinks it’s kind of odd but takes her to the Midway and her weight is guessed at 112. Right on the button, she wins a prize. They then go get some popcorn, cotton candy and ride the roller coaster. When they are finished, he asks her again, “What would you like to do now?”. She looks at him and says, “I would like to get weighed!”. Now, he is sure something is wrong with this woman, “Why is she so into her weight?”, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t like the vanity he sees in her and decides the date is over. He drops her off at her house and her mother is surprised to see her and says, “You are home early tonight, how was your date?”. The young woman says, “Wousy”.

HA! I thought it was cute. Yes, you could see the punch line comin’ a mile a way but hey, I thought it was cute. But as I said, it was not deemed good enough. So we went online and found another joke which was deemed better, but I’m not so sure:

What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?

The location of the dirt bag!

HA! Funny, and of course fitting being we are in Milwaukee, WI and so near the Harley Davidson headquarters. But I don’t know…..I think I may offend the Harley riders out there. I mean, it’s just a joke but still….dirt bags? Do I dare spit on the hallowed ground that is Harleyland? All the Harley people I know are upstanding, shower-taking, good-job having, family-types. You really can’t be much of dirt-bag and still afford a Harley anymore. Oh, sure, they’re out there but still…You know what I’m sayin’ right?

Aw….fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke! I’m not going to worry about upsetting the HD riders or the slutty lispers. I’m tellin’ ‘em both!

Have a great weekend!