Yesterday Tracey cleaned up Jakes bathroom area outside and also the back patio while I supervised Aaron and Ben. I got them started on digging and raking the parts of the front yard rutted by driving and where the Blazer got stuck. They weren’t real excited about doing it, but they did a great job. We also got a lesson in using the brush saw. I had them cut up the section of tree that split off the old elm last fall. We had pulled it aside last year but I had them cut it into several large pieces so it could be moved over near the ditch on the south end of our property. Just enough to get it away from where we usually mow at that end. Again, they didn’t put a lot of enthusiasm into it but they did get the job done well and nobody got hurt. That was about the extent of our outdoor work party. They immediately took off for the rest of the day in case Dad might dream up something else for them to do!
Mom, DD, Tracey and I dined together at the Cracked Barrel again last evening as we usually do on Saturday evening. Our conversations ran true to form with some talk about how welcome the Spring weather is. DD has her computer hooked back up again and is pleased that it is running well but she still hasn’t been able to get her Internets or email working. I’m afraid she is going to have to call tech. support and have them talk her through the specific settings for her modem, etc.
Bill Clinton Jogging Bill Clinton started jogging near his new home in Chappaqua. But on each run he happened to jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner, day after day. With some apprehension he would brace himself as he approached her for what was most certainly to follow.
‘Fifty dollars!’ she would cry out from the curb.
‘No, Five dollars!’ fired back Clinton .
This ritual between Bill and the hooker continued for days. He’d run by and she’d yell, ‘Fifty dollars!’ And he’d yell back, ‘Five dollars!’ One day however, Hillary decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on his jog!
As the jogging couple neared the problematic street corner, Bill realized the ‘pro’ would bark her $50 offer and Hillary would wonder what he’d really been doing on all his past outings. He realized he should have a darn good explanation for the junior Senator. As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, Bill became even more apprehensive than usual. Sure enough, there was the hooker!
Bill tried to avoid the prostitute’s eyes as she watched the pair jog past.
Then, from the sidewalk, the hooker yelled...
‘See what you get for five bucks!?’
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