Tom had been in the liquor business for 25 years. Finally sick of the stress he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible.
He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.
"Name's Lars, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night.. Thought you might like to come. About 5:00."
"Great", says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Lars is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you.....be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."
"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right. I'll be there, Thanks again."
"More'n likely be some wild sex, too,"
"Now that's really not a problem" says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"
"Don't much matter .... Just gonna be the two of us.
HA!
Last Saturday (March 3rd) was my little sister's birthday. Since she is 9 years younger than I am she is a little better at partying than I am, but here is proof that I was at the bar and having fun.
That's me in the red shirt. Just got my hair cut that morning and I have decided that I hate it. To the right of me is my hottie husband and to the left of me is our beautiful daughter. To the right of hottie husband is my little sister's friend, her name is Vanessa, but we call her CRUNK (CRazy drUNK). The next morning we decided that when your kids are old enough to get in the bar, you should probably stay home. But we all had fun, we were glad we went.
Most of you know that because I am able to work from home, I also watch my sister's two kids while she works. Today I fixed lunch for the kids, logged in and worked at my "actual job" for a bit while they ate, cleaned up the lunch mess, fixed them an ice cream cone and as I was folding what seemed like the 150th load of laundry my nephew looked at me and asked, "Do you work anywhere?" Not even 6-years-old and he is already a little MAN! Sheesh.
2 comments:
That joke is high-larry-ous
Loved the joke, surprisingly didn't see it coming, so good one!
I hope you sat that little man down and told him exactly what all you do, perhaps ask him if he'd like to take over and give you a vacation day and see how he feels after that? They're young but when they have to do the work they certainly can recognize it at such!
You look great in the photo and I like the hair cut!
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