In exactly 6 months from today I will turn the B-I-G 3-0.
I don't know what is more shocking: the fact the day is actually on approach or how quickly the good times have flown in the last 29.5 years!
It is always good to look back, remembering all giggles you had along the way.
On that note, I can't help but post the following joke.
This is quite possibly the funniest thing I have read in a while, and if this does not make you laugh out loud, you have lost your sense of humor and should not be reading this blog!
"The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'girls.' I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!'
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
(Even when totally smashed. 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos =MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning, my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT'. He didn't seem annoyed in the least. Whew, I got away with that one!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'Oh, sh#t.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."