Monday, January 29, 2018
Good morning crew,
I need to head straight home after work this afternoon. Yesterday the wife and I were grocery shopping and she asked me, "Hey? How would you like to have pot roast for dinner tomorrow?"
"I do love a good pot roast," I said, "but that's four hours of cooking."
"It's okay," she reassured me, "you're gonna be home early tomorrow, right?"
Laugh it up,
Joe
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To prepare for my daughter's First Communion, I called the church in the town where we used to live to get a copy of her baptismal certificate.
We lived there for only a short while, so I didn't know the clergy well. When the secretary asked me the name of the father, I told her that I couldn't remember.
After a brief silence, she said, "Ma'am, I'm talking about the name of the baby's father."