Jennifer at
Keep Passing The Open Windows has passed along a challenge. Write a six (or less) word autobiography. That’s a tough one for a blabber mouth like me!
Young for my years, and Old
Been There, Done That, Bought Shirt
Success, Failure, Happiness is my option
Take your pick, they all work!
I had to take Ben to the doctor’s office last evening to get some antibiotics. He dropped a tripod on a big toe a couple weeks ago and it won’t heal up. We’ve had him soaking it in warm water and hydrogen peroxide every evening but it still looks infected. It’s a small cut along the edge of his toenail and the irritation seems to keep it open. After lots of waiting at the doctors office and the pharmacy we finally got him home and started on some pills. He still needs to keep soaking it too. At least now maybe we won’t have to amputate like I’ve been telling him we would have to. I don’t think he was too worried about it. My kids have never listened to me. Ben says he read yesterday’s blog and cleaned up his part of the mess and the rest is Aaron’s. Aaron says, “Nuh - Uugh” or something like that.
What’s In A Name? A woman walks into an accountant’s office and tells him that she needs to file her taxes.
The accountant says, “Before we begin, I’ll need to ask you a few questions. He gets her name, address, social security number, etc. and then asks, “What’s your occupation?”
“I’m a Lady of the night,” she says.
The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, “Let’s try to rephrase that.”
The woman says, “OK, I’m a high-end call girl”.
“No, that still won’t work. Try again.”
They both think for a minute; then the woman says, “I’m an elite chicken farmer.”
The accountant asks, “What does chicken farming have to do with being a prostitute?”
“Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year.”
The accountant says, “Chicken Farmer it is.”
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