What would you change?

Peter and I were chatting the other day and we wondered what we would change in ourselves. Peter opted for chunkier legs. I was more ambitious and selected perfect complexion, obedient hair and less exuberant ears.

We know we can't (or won't) change any of these things...

They say our ears keep on growing throughout our lives. Looking at this photo and considering it's nearly 60 years old, one of these days I'll start flapping my ears and fly out of the window!

Magic

View_From_Here sent us this joke:

An Italian and an Irishman entered a chocolate store. As they were busy looking, the Irishman stole 3 chocolate bars.

As they left the store, the Irishman said to the Italian, "Man, I'm the best thief, I stole 3 chocolate bars and no one saw me. You can't beat that."

Italian replied: "You want to see something better? Let's go back to the shop and I'll show you real stealing."

So they went to the counter and the Italian said to the shopkeeper, "Do you want to see magic?"

The shopkeeper replied, "Yes."

The Italian said, "Give me one chocolate bar."

The shopkeeper gave him one, and he ate it.

The Italian asked for a second bar, and he ate that as well. He asked for the third, and finished that one too.

The shopkeeper asked: "But where's the magic?"

The Italian replied: "Check in my friend's pocket, and you'll find all three bars of chocolate."

Thank you, View.

Keeping things going (despite the server)

I tried to prepare a post this morning but the server has been acting up since yesterday... Then we had to go shopping in Tulle, which took all afternoon. I'm posting this quickly before I lose the connection again!

A visit to the vet

Tumbleweed requested a picture of Pirouette's visit to the vet. There she is, in Olivier's arms...

Unorthodox treatment...

Mrsgunka sent us this joke:

A woman went to the doctor's office where she was seen by one of the younger doctors. After about four minutes in the examination room, she burst out screaming as she ran down the hall. An older doctor stopped her and asked what the problem was, and she told him her story. After listening, he had her sit down and relax in another room.

The older doctor marched down the hallway back to where the young doctor was writing on his clipboard. "What's the hell is the matter with you?!" the older doctor demanded. "Mrs. Terry is 71 years old, has four grown children and seven grandchildren, and you told her she was pregnant?"

The younger doctor continued writing and without looking up said,

"Does she still have the hiccups?"

Thank you, MrsG.