By Alex and I have been working on developing a recipe/food blog, so I have been otherwise occupied. You will know by now that food is one of my interests, and you may have noticed that I also enjoy humor.
In lieu of a regular entry, I shall pass along a little story:
A married man slipped out of bed long before daylight, quietly dressed, went to the kitchen for a little breakfast, then called the dog and went out to his garage, where he hooked the boat trailer to his truck. When he opened the garage door he was rocked back on his heels by a savage, slashing, gusting rainstorm. The rain was flowing horizontally. There was lightning. There were falling branches and rolling garbage cans.
He turned to his dog and said, "I don't think we're going fishing today, buddy," and closed the garage door before going back into the house with his pooch.
The man undressed quietly, slipped into bed and snuggled against his wife, saying, "Boy, it is really storming out there!"
"Can you believe," she responded, "that my dumb-ass husband is trying to fish in this crap?"
He was never quite sure if she had been kidding.
Oooo, ouch! HAHAHAHA
Here is a fun story for you:
A husband and wife are lying in their bed late one night. The wife is reading, and the husband is watching television. As the wife is reading, she suddenly feels her husband's hand on her calf. The wife is mildly aware of this but continues to read. Slowly, the husband's hand grazes up her leg to her thigh. The wife smiles but continues to read. Just as his hand was slowly moving higher, the husband suddenly stops touching her. The wife looks up from her book and says, "Honey, why did you stop?" The husband distractedly looks over at her and says, "What?! Oh... I found the remote."