Thursday, January 31, 2008

Happy Birthday Jim!

I can't believe this is the third birthday without you. I hate these days :(
I love you and miss you :(

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Okay - here is my joke....
Dad Who Loves Mustard...

I Love Mustard. (This is a true story.)

As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham on a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard. The corners of
my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands but was stopped by my wife
suddenly at my side. "Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich," she said.

I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers.

I love mustard.
I had no napkin.
I licked it off.
It was not mustard.

No man ever put a baby down faster. It was the first and only
time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding. With a washcloth in each hand, I
did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do; only I did it on my tongue.

Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife said, "Now you know why they call that fancy mustard . . "Poupon."

scissorbill said...

I love it, Linda. BTW I'm still laughing about you finding your babysitter's fake ID in the lint trap. I hope you didn't return it!

Anonymous said...

NEVER! It actually was funny - wasn't even a reasonable fake. But she was smart enough not to ask for it back!

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Mother Goose said...

Thnaks you guys :)