I woke up to British humor which is a little strange being that I am in San Francisco and sleeping alone. But an email from one Brit containing a joke and then David sent me a strange series of jokes which utterly cracked me up. I will include a few samples.
Chickens: the pets that poop breakfast
What do we learn from cows, buffaloes & elephants? It’s impossible to reduce weight by eating green grass and salads and walking
Never take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
Dear Algebra . Please stop asking us to find your x. She is never coming back and don’t ask y
This particular one has special meaning to me because on the mornings that I train at the Equinox Hottie forbids me to go next door to the 49th Parallel and have a donut. (I sometimes do anyway- one cannot let a personal trainer take over your life.)
Donut fact #18 Donuts are healthier than Crystal Meth.
So there, Hottie! So there!
This particular one spurred me into action.
Every family has one weird relative. If you don’t know who it is, then it is probably you.
What action did I take? I called my cousin’s husband to wish him Happy Birthday, he is seventy and presently in Florida. He is a lucky guy. It is not raining there. (Nor here, by the way). I barely know the guy – meet him for the first (and only time) in December of 2016. He lives in Regina, Saskatchewan on most days, on Dryburgh Crescent which is named for Uncle Dave Dryburgh. Dave is the guy who was the star of the biography. You can see from the limited exposure I had to cousin Faye and her husband that the Dryburghs are not a close clan, which was one of the problems with writing of the biography. Another factor was the fact that Uncle Dave was a sports writer and I hate sports.
Jenn W. and I had the most delicious lunch yesterday at Poggio’s in Sausalito. We had the cutest waiter – his name is Liver. His picture is attached to the blog. He is holding the menu. This is a short blog because I have got to get on with the day. A very busy day planned.
