ARGHHH
I am soooooooooooo bored. There's nothing to do. It's hot. I don't feel like cleaning house. I don't feel like reading. I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like watching tv or a movie. And, of course, I can't think of anything exciting to write about, but that's nothing new. I'm sure my blog is the most boring one on the planet...don't know why I bother.
Sigh. I just feel blah. I sure hope life is more exciting where you are.
This gave me a smile. Hope it gives you one, as well:
The Broken Mower
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf - always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again, I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Moral of this story: Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.
Have a great weekend.
Mandy
Sigh. I just feel blah. I sure hope life is more exciting where you are.
This gave me a smile. Hope it gives you one, as well:
The Broken Mower
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf - always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again, I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Moral of this story: Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.
Have a great weekend.
Mandy
1 Comments:
Ah Mandy ! It was intresting to read. I feel the same here. I'm at california too.
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