Monday, August 10, 2015

Good morning crew,

Call me a 'stick-in-the-mud', but the Renaissance Faire isn't as fun as I remember it being. Maybe it was because when we went this Saturday past it was more crowded than I have ever seen it. Or it could be because they have raised the price of beer. But when I have to stand in line for 15 minutes with a bunch of sweaty role-players so I can pay three times what I would in a bar for a draft of room temperature beer, it kind of puts a damper on the day.

On the other hand, the wife did buy her pre-stressed concrete dog, and a cat to go with it, so from her viewpoint the day was a complete success.

They are sitting on the back yard patio right now.

She spent most of the day yesterday strategizing exactly where she is going to finally display these things...which means they are probably going to sit right where they are until they get buried in snow some time in January and I end up chipping them with the snow shovel.

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

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"I tried to make money as a kid. I had a lemonade stand for about six weeks. I made no money. I had to burn it down and collect insurance." --Brian Kiley

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"I was walking through the park last night and had a very bad asthmatic attack. These three asthmatics attacked me. I know...I should have heard them hiding." --Emo Philips

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"As an entertainer I travel a lot. I once saw a pin on a Delta Airlines employee and I asked him what 'Delta' stands for. He said, 'Don't Expect Luggage To Arrive.'" --Adam Christing

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My father was completely lost in the kitchen and never ate unless someone prepared a meal for him. When Mother was ill, however, he volunteered to go to the supermarket for her. She sent him off with a carefully numbered list of seven items.

Dad returned shortly, very proud of himself, and proceeded to unpack the grocery bags. He had one bag of sugar, two dozen eggs, three hams, four boxes of detergent, five boxes of crackers, six eggplants, and seven green peppers.

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Before I took the old family car to college, my father loaded the trunk with soft-drink bottles filled with oil, coolant and transmission fluid. Sure enough, the car overheated.

Scolding myself for not listening to my father's instructions, I looked at the engine and saw how well he knew me. The oil cap was labeled Dr Pepper, the transmission stick, Coke, and the empty coolant container, Diet Pepsi.