Easter Morning
One Easter Sunday morning as the pastor was preaching a
children's sermon, he reached into his bag of props and pulled out an egg. He
pointed at the egg and asked the children, "What's in here?" "I
know, I know!" a little boy exclaimed, "Pantyhose!"
2020
I just finished my 90-day trial of 2020. How do I cancel?
Coronavirus Realities
Half of us are going to come out of this quarantine as
amazing cooks. The other half will come out with a drinking problem.
I used to spin that toilet paper like I was on Wheel of
Fortune. Now I turn it like I'm cracking a safe.
I need to practice social-distancing from the refrigerator.
PSA: every few days try your jeans on just to make sure they
fit. Pajamas will have you believe all is well.
Homeschooling is going well. 2 students suspended for
fighting and 1 teacher fired for drinking on the job.
This morning I saw a neighbor talking to her cat. It was
obvious she thought her cat understood her. I came into my house, told my
dog..... we laughed a lot.
So, after this quarantine.....will the producers of My 600
Pound Life just find me or do I find them?
Quarantine Day 5: Went to this restaurant called THE
KITCHEN. You have to gather all the ingredients and make your own meal. I have
no clue how this place is still in business.
My body has absorbed so much soap and disinfectant lately
that when I pee it cleans the toilet.
Day 5 of Homeschooling: One of these little monsters called
in a bomb threat.
I'm so excited --- it's time to take out the garbage. What
should I wear?
I hope the weather is good tomorrow for my trip to Puerto
Backyarda. I'm getting tired of Los Livingroom.
Classified Ad: Single man with toilet paper seeks woman with
hand sanitizer for good clean fun.
Day 6 of Homeschooling: My child just said "I hope I
don't have the same teacher next year".... I'm offended.
I don't think anyone expected that when we changed the
clocks we'd go from Standard Time to the Twilight Zone
Better 6 feet apart than 6 feet under
Clearly
A woman walked up to the store's customer service desk to return a pair of eyeglasses she had purchased for her husband the previous week. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" asked the clerk. "I'm returning these glasses I bought for my husband. He's still not seeing things my way."
Getting Airborne
Preacher: "This morning's worship went well, but I just don't think the sermon ever got off the ground."
Preacher's wife: "Well, it sure did taxi long enough."
A woman walked up to the store's customer service desk to return a pair of eyeglasses she had purchased for her husband the previous week. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" asked the clerk. "I'm returning these glasses I bought for my husband. He's still not seeing things my way."
Getting Airborne
Preacher: "This morning's worship went well, but I just don't think the sermon ever got off the ground."
Preacher's wife: "Well, it sure did taxi long enough."
Riverbank
An airhead standing by the river sees another airhead on
the opposite bank.
Airhead #1: "Yoo-hoo! Hello over there! How can I
get to the other side of the river?"
Airhead #2: "Idiot -- you ARE on the other
side."
Paranoia
Paranoia has reached absurd stages...I sneezed in front
of my laptop and the anti-virus started a scan on its own.
Easter Thoughts
~ Have you ever wondered, since eggs become so much more
appealing to kids when you color them and hide them, if that would also work
for broccoli?
~ When I was a kid I really hated wearing a suit on
Easter Sunday. I always thought it was hard to praise the Lord when you felt
like a mannequin.
~ Have you ever noticed on Easter how husbands tend to
hide the Cadbury Creme Eggs where only they can find them?
~ Our son is hard to please. He likes those candy Easter
eggs, but he wants them scrambled.
~ Did you ever wonder why we always leave cookies and
milk out for Santa Claus, but we never leave a salad out for the Easter Bunny?
~ I really hadn't planned on giving up this much for
Lent.
Today’s Thought
Still haven't decided where to go for Easter - the living
room or the bedroom.
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