Synchronicity strikes again . . .

About a half hour ago, I was on our front porch when a pickup-truck drove by pulling a flat-bed trailer.  On the trailer were two portable outhouses, custom painted metallic silver.  There was a wooden sign attached to the sides of both, and if I read it right, it said, “Political Action Service”.

That, by itself, was enough to get me laughing, and I shared it with my wife right away.  But, the humor was compounded quite a lot when, about 20 minutes later, someone rang our doorbell.  It was a young (mid 20’s?) woman looking for my wife.  She said she was from the Democratic Party.  I politely handed back the propaganda she offered, saying that we weren’t interested in either party at this time.  She graciously accepted the materials and left.  But I was thinking – “I know where this stuff really belongs.”  In those outhouses!  LOL.

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An interesting observation . . .

We’ve had a rather long run of unseasonably wet weather this year.  While it has wrecked havoc on the symptoms of arthritis that my body deals with, it has afforded me the chance to make a strange observation.

When I would normally be sleeping, but arthritis discomfort keeps me from doing it, my natural inclination is to immerse myself in watching comedy movies – but the truth is I don’t actually enjoy them at those times.  I’ll put one in, and watch perhaps a half hour of it, then I’m sick of it an switch to a fantasy or something sci-fi.  I’ve done it over and over again the last few months.

I have nothing against comedy movies, and watch them with my wife as much as any other genre, but they do not make me laugh when my body is hurting.  I have no idea what this means, but it is interesting to consider.

Saturday Posts . . .

My wife emailed this joke to me, and it was so cute that I had to share it . . . .V

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HOT COFFEE
Gotta love those grand-kids ..

I was eating breakfast with my  10-year-old Granddaughter and I asked her, “What day is tomorrow?”
Without skipping a beat she said, “It’s President’s Day!”  ..
She’s smart, so I asked her “What does President’s Day mean?” 
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I was waiting for something about Obama, Bush or Clinton, etc.
She replied, “President’s Day is when the President steps out of  the White House, And if he sees his shadow, we have another year of full of cow poop.”
You know, it hurts when hot coffee spurts out your nose. 

A terrible joke . . .

While I was playing a video game today, the antics of one of the bad guys inspired me to imagine this:

A married couple, Hal and Lucy, had such a string of luck with Lottery winning that they discussed between them the possibility of buying their own country.  They had ideas on how to make it a paradise, and a utopia.  The discussions became quite detailed, until they ultimately realized that what they were discussing was a Hal-Lucy Nation.