I don't know why, but I am so EXHAUSTED. Maybe I am just recovering from Walker's weeklong absence in Go Diego Go and Austin. Combined with Christmas hoopla and the curse behind the 12, yes, 12 zits that popped up on my face this week, and I am just too pooped to post.
But today I got a funny joke via email from my friend Leah. That hasn't happened in so long. So I am going to post it and call it a night:
Please excuse the rough language in the following story . . I would have deleted them, but the story wouldn't be the same.
A young couple got married and went on their honeymoon. When they got back, the bride immediately called her mother. "Well," said her mother, "so how was the honeymoon?"
"Oh, mama," she replied, "the honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic!" Suddenly she burst out crying. "But, mama, as soon as we returned, Sam started using the most horrible language -- things I'd never heard before! I mean all these awful 4-letter words! You've got to take me home . . PLEASE MAMA!"
"Sarah, Sarah," her mother said, "calm down! You need to stay with your husband and work this out. Now, tell me, what could be so awful? WHAT 4-letter words?"
"Please don't make me say them out loud, mama," wept the daughter, "I'm so embarrassed, they're just too awful! COME GET ME, PLEASE!!"
"Darling, baby, you must tell me what has you so upset. Tell your mother these horrible 4-letter words!"
Sobbing, the bride said, "Oh, Mama . . . he used words like: dust, wash, iron, and cook ..."
"I'll pick you up in twenty minutes," said the mother.