drunkeness is a good thing - sun, moon, star
April 18, 2007 7:26am CST
Two drunks returned from a nite club in the late moonlight. They saw the moon and became confused. One of them said "This is a very good sun!" The other said "It isn't a sun, it's a moon!". They argued with each other until a certain drunk also came into the scene. They, taking the man to be a responsible person, asked him saying: please can you tell us if this is a sun or a moon? The drunk replied and said: If you look from this left angle, it is a sun, if you look from the right angle, it is a moon but if you look from center of coverture, it is a star. So, it is not just a sun and moon, but the three.
18 Apr 07
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist when early in the morning I received a call from his office: I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30AM. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45. The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in. Knowing the routine, as I am sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from here. I was a little surprised when he said: "My...we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?", but I didn't respond. The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went normal, some shopping, cleaning and the evening etc. At 8:30 that evening my 14 year-old daughter was fixing to go to a school dance, when she called down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?" I called back for her to get another from the cabinet. She called back, "No I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."