Good morning all my fellow morningers!!
What a gorgeous day it is!
Oh my. Going to have to stop this light and airy stuff – people will start thinking strangely 😉
So. Had supper at mom’s last night. Just lovely – proper mom food. I ate and I ate – almost could not get up.
And now I’m hungry again. Go figure!
Had to meet with the new little girlfriend again last night – reason for the cooking. Such a sweet girl – hope they make it work. But only time will tell.
Suppose it must fill me with a sense of accomplishment that both my boys are working, sort of keeping an abode, looking after a car and have relationships. Likely all in spite of me rather than because of me, but I’m thinking, if not for the amount of crap I gave them, they would not have been able to do most of the things they currently are, so it’s not all lost.
But the main reason for this post was this joke – enjoy!!
“I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has suffered this past month. He was riding his Harley, lost control, ran off the highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died, but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken scrotum.”
The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation were obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats.
“Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can hardly lift anything, he’s in so much pain, and he has missed work because of it. He can’t lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that they need. Worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate relations. He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life has all but slipped away into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will soon heal and be as good as new.
A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this terrible accident sank in, and the men in the congregation were visibly shaken up with the thought that, “There but for the grace of God go I.”
Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in midst of the congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and said to the congregation: “My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill. That word is: sternum.”