My friend Holly and I were talking about this old adage last week, as she was going through a time of great stress. I sympathized with her, but I didn't realize how true it was until this weekend.
I've had three deaths in my family this past week. Death is such a hard concept for me in general, and I feel so badly for all of my family members affected by these losses. I know so very well how much a loved one's death can hurt the heart and soul.
I also have what appears to be bronchitis. The weather is beautiful outside, but all I want to do is crawl under the covers and sleep for the next week. Is that okay??
Any pieces of good news, funny jokes, or uplifting stories would be appreciated today...
I miss you!!! I'm so sorry you're having a rough time! Let's see what I can come up with...
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to check damnyouautocorrect.com for todays funniest texts!!
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Atch!
Atch who?
I'm sorry I didn't know you had a cold
haha... not really that funny, huh?
uuumm.....
A man walks into the front door of a bar. He is obviously drunk and staggers up to the bar, seats himself on a stool and, with a belch, asks the bartender for a drink. The bartender politely informs the man that it appears he has already had plenty to drink and that he could not be served additional liquor. The bartender offers to call a cab for him.
The drunk is briefly surprised, then softly scoffs, grumbles, climbs down from the bar stool, and staggers out the front door. A few minutes later, the same drunk stumbles in the side door of the bar. He wobbles up to the bar and hollers for a drink. The bartender comes over and - still politely if not more firmly - refuses service to the man and again offers to call a cab. The drunk looks at the bartender for a moment angrily, curses, and shows himself out the side door, all the while grumbling and shaking his head.
A few minutes later, the same drunk bursts in through the back door of the bar. He plops himself up on a bar stool, gathers his wits and belligerently orders a drink. The bartender comes over and emphatically reminds the man that he is drunk and will be served no drinks. He then tells him that he can either call a cab or the police immediately.
The surprised drunk looks at the bartender and in hopeless anguish cries, "Man! How many bars do you work at?"
XOXOXOXO
Thank you friend!! I miss you too!! Will I ever see you again?!?
ReplyDeleteHere is my funny story for you:
ReplyDeleteSo the other day, my boss is giving a presentation for another marketing company. Now I love this boss for his true talent with people and his frequent funny and rambling musings. However, that day we were all supposed to be on our game, giving a presentation to a partner agency that we definitely cared about educating, and maybe impressing a little.
So as the presentation goes, my boss is feeding off my manager, tossing quips back and forth and in general ad-libbing a little. Then he gets to the good part.
He means to say, "Sometimes the staff and I get into a tiff about topic X," except instead of "tiff," he says: Sometimes we get in a TIT about this. Then he sees confused faces and says, "It's TIT, right? Tit? You get in a Tit?"
To the side my manager is saying very firmly and loudly, "it's TIFF, no, no it's TIFF."
It was all anyone could do to keep a straight face and not roll off their chairs.
Now, I make sure to ask him if we're getting into a tit as often as I can. Probably not workplace appropriate, but it's so damn funny I can't help it.
OMG, that is incredible!! I would have died laughing. Bahahahahahahaha!
ReplyDelete