So...

A woman and a man are involved in a car accident; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt. After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, "So you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! there's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days". Flattered, the man replied: "Oh yes, I agree with you completely!

“This must be a sign from God!" The woman continued, "and look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune." Then she hands the bottle to the man.

The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man. The man asks, "Aren't you having any?"

The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police ...."

Via email from Chris

In the footsteps of Audry Hepburn and Gregory Peck

Did I mention that Cathy and I are going to Rome tomorrow for a long weekend to celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary?

Hippo birdy...

...to Eloon over there at coopblog. She's thirty one (which is really old) but don't tell anyone, shhhhh!

It’s not rocket science

A stranger was seated next to Little Johnny on the plane when the stranger turned to the Little Johnny and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights will go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."

Little Johnny, who had just opened his book, closed it slowly, and said to the stranger, "What would you like to discuss?"

"Oh, I don't know," said the stranger. "How about nuclear power?"

"OK," said Little Johnny. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat grass. The same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"

"Jeez," said the stranger. "I have no idea."

"Well, then," said Little Johnny, "how is it that you feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?"

via email from my friend Kelvin

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch ya little bugger

Following our success in teaching Sam to swear, we’re leaving him with his Grandparents this weekend, he can probably teach them now. Cathy’s father’s first language is Welsh, so no doubt “Sammy bach” will pick up a few handy phrases. What we need now is how to swear in Welsh which I saw dotted around several blogs last week.

Wash your mouth out

Sam’s first swearword popped it’s ugly head out on Sunday. “Bugger!” said Sam. He was only repeating me. Cathy gave me a dirty look but then committed the exact same sin a couple of hours later. Anyone have any suggestions on how to quit swearing?