Feet Knees and Death

I have started back walking. Like so many things in life this perplexes me to no end. For some reason my minds loves it. My feet and knees can’t stand it. My belly for which I am putting all this effort into doesn’t seem fazed by it.

I have also started to write a little again. Why is it so much easier to read than to write?

Well I haven’t the slightest clue to either.

What I do know is that I received about five emails each day. Along with that comes around fifty forwards. Then there is about another hundred or so pieces of junk emails.

I read all the regular mail. I then try to read most of the forwards. Every now and then, my troubles are rewarded. A friend sent me the following.

I laugh myself silly. Then as you most likely know, my sense of humor happens to be warped any way.

See what you think.

The Dark Side Of Women…

A woman was in town on a shopping trip. She began her day finding the most perfect shoes in the first shop and a beautiful dress on sale in the second. In the third, everything had just been reduced by 50 percent, when her mobile phone rang.

It was a female doctor notifying her that her husband had just been in a terrible car accident and was in critical condition and in the ICU.

The woman told the doctor to inform her husband where she was and that she’d be there as soon as possible. As she hung up she realised she was
leaving what was shaping up to be her best day ever in the boutiques…
She decided to get in a couple of more shops before heading to the hospital.

She ended up shopping the rest of the morning, finishing her trip with a cup of coffee and a beautiful chocolate cake slice, compliments of the last shop.
She was jubilant.

Then she remembered her husband. Feeling guilty, she dashed to the hospital.

She saw the doctor in the corridor and asked about her husband’s condition. The lady doctor glared at her and shouted, “You went ahead and
finished your shopping trip didn’t you! I hope you’re proud of yourself!
While you were out for the past four hours enjoying yourself in town, your
husband has been languishing in the Intensive Care Unit! It’s just as well you went ahead and finished, because it will more than likely be the last shopping trip you ever take! For the rest of his life he will require round-the-clock care. And he will now be your career!”

The woman was feeling so guilty she broke down and sobbed.

The lady doctor then chuckled and said, “I’m just pulling your leg.
He’s dead. Show me what you bought.”

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3 Comments on “Feet Knees and Death”

  1. chamblee54 Says:

    One Sunday Afternoon, a man was playing golf.
    On the third hole, he hit the tee shot, and was walking down the fairway towards the ball. The fairway was next to a road. A funeral procession was driving down the road.
    The man stopped his cart, got out, took his hat off and put it over his heart. He stood still, with his head bowed, until the mourners had driven by.
    The playing partner of the man was astonished. “Don, why are you making such a big deal over that funeral procession”
    “It was my wife”.

  2. gary Simmons Says:

    Thanks, I loved that.

    gary


  3. […] and said, “I’m just pulling your leg. He’s dead. Show me what you bought.” Thank you Gartalker for the last story. Pictures are from the Library of […]


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