Thought I’d get this in before I get to work – might not have time once I’m there!
Suppose today will bring it’s own ups and downs, traffic to deal with, people to watch, issues to sort out.
I’m going to have to sort out the Porra one way or the other – either by bluntly telling him to go away and stay away, or by using the trite, “We can still be friends. It’s not me, it’s you” 😉
Luckily, work keeps me to busy to fiddle with the phone too often. Have a bunch of spreadsheets to sort out today, and fixing up minutes – that I still have to go and find, otherwise I will have to type them out again!
Oh, and the sister in law phoned last night – we basically see one another once a year, over my b day. So, next weekend I’ll be going there and spending some time with them – looks like I’ll be sleeping there the Saturday, coming home Sunday. Not my usual thing, but she wants to have a celebration, and I share my b day with her daughter so, why on earth not!!
Do have a splendid day – until we speak again, long days and pleasant nights.
An old man in Phoenix calls his son in New York and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.”
“Pop, what are you talking about,” the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the old man said. “We’re sick and tired of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her.” And he hangs up.
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, “Like heck they’re getting a divorce,” she shouts. “I’ll take care of this.” She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at the old man, “You are NOT getting divorced! Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” And she hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “They’re coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way!!”