A Husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go grocery shopping. Love You!"
Totally shocked with the note, he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. He asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door". Confused, the man asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!"
His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said, "LADY LEAVE ME ALONE !! I'M MARRIED !!"
Moral
Self-induced hangover - $ 400.00
Broken crockery - $ 800.00
Breakfast - $ 10.00
Saying the Right Thing While Drunk – "PRICELESS”
There are truly some things that both money and MasterCard can’t buy :) :)
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
RAINDROPS.....
When I see the raindrops falling from the sky
I see the urgency in it to feel the ground,
The haste to reach out,
Fearing what if the time runs out?
I wonder can it be a message that the sky is sending to the earth.
The message of love maybe.
Or maybe it is a message of hope that the sky and the earth have.
The hope that they have a way to meet.
The hope to let know the love.
I wish I had raindrops too,
So that I could make them fall upon my love.
With each drop I would send a message.
A message of love,
A message of hope,
A message of care,
Or maybe just the trust.
But then I realize I do have the raindrops.
The rain that falls from my eye,
The drops that I cry.............
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