Friday, 29 June 2012

Whistling...

Peter and I sleep in separate bedrooms. The reason is practical, we simply like to get a good night's sleep. In the past, I had his enormous, very heavy hand land on my face (a very disturbing experience in the middle of the night!), he snores very loudly, I fidget, we both get up to answer the calls of nature several times each night, we also have restless legs, talk in our sleep... the list is endless.

Tired (literally) of sharing a bed with something akin to a noisy mountain goat, we both decided that we'd be better off in our own rooms.

I know what you're thinking...

The following joke is about separate beds, but provides a very good solution!

A young couple got married and spent their honeymoon in a hotel with twin beds.

The shy young bride was a bit anxious and asked her new husband:

"But how are we going to do... you know what... How would I know you're in the mood?"

He replied:

"No problem, darling. I'll whistle and you come to my bed."

She was still worried:

"Yes, but how do I let you know when I'm in the mood?"

He was very reassuring:

"Well, you just ask me: 'Did I hear you whistle?'"


This is our favourite joke. He he he...

Thursday, 28 June 2012

It's hot today

I'm in the mood for some South American music. It goes well with the hot weather!



[And also to celebrate the Supreme Court decision to uphold the Affordable Care Act! It's a happy tune...]

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

When love ends

Annie Girardot was a great actress. In this segment, without saying a single word, she tells us everything...

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Loudmouth

It happened again... A joke arrived from Mrsgunka, quickly followed by Grammy97 with the same joke. Synchronized sense of humour, that's what it is!

Thank you, ladies.

After a very busy day, a commuter settled down in her seat and closed her eyes as the train departed Montreal for Hudson.


As the train rolled out of the station, the guy sitting next to her pulled out his cell phone and started talking in a loud voice: "Hi sweetheart, it’s Eric, I’m on the train – yes, I know it’s the six thirty and not the four thirty but I had a long meeting .... – no, honey, not with that floozie from the accounts office, with the boss. No sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life – yes, I’m sure, cross my heart" etc., etc.


Fifteen minutes later, he was still talking loudly, when the young woman sitting next to him, who was obviously angered by this interminable, loud, inane conversation, yelled at the top of her voice:

"Hey, Eric, turn that stupid phone off and come back to bed!"

Eric no longer uses his cell phone in public.

Monday, 25 June 2012

Peace...

I've been a tad busy chasing my darling son, who's been giving us a bit too much to worry about lately. He seems to be on the right track to resolve his recent woes.

So I chose to post a calming picture. I would love to sit on those steps, basking in the sun, reading a good book and sipping a cool drink...