January 13, 2021

Good morning crew,

I have to admit, while I don't really enjoy the winter weather, I do appreciate the slightly slower pace the beginning of the year brings. Especially after the chaos of November and December. Work is always crazy leading up to Christmas, not to mention the stress of the holidays, shopping, decorating, social obligations. Compared to that January is a leisurely stroll. I actually enjoy the boredom. For example; my entire responsibility this coming weekend is putting Christmas decorations away. And the best part about that is I can do it while drinking 8 beers.

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

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After what seemed to be a very long silence, the voice on the other end said, "I don't know what you expect me to do for you; I'm a psychologist."

"A psychologist?" I replied. "Your phone is listed here as an emergency number. Can't you help us?"

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Guaranteed to Roll Your Eyes

I'm not the easiest guy in the world to get along with. So when our anniversary rolled around, I wanted my wife to know how much I appreciated her tolerating me for the past 20 years. I ordered flowers and told the florist to enclose a card that read, 'Thanks for putting up with me so long.'

When my wife got the delivery, she called me at work.

"Just where do you think you going?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I said.

She read the card aloud as the florist had written it: "Thanks for putting up with me. So long."