Reflector ERROR

Today I took a “wrong turn at Albuquerque” and was a few mintues late for work — but that wasn’t the funny part —

The funny part was:
There’s road construction happening on many of the streets that I use to get to work. My progress was halted by the flagger,

which means I’m now first in line to get through when the opportunity presents itself. I wait and wait and wait and finally I see an opening for the oncoming traffic to begin their journey thru the maze of reflector sticks & cones and equipment.

Unfortunately the lady in the car at the front of the line, took a wrong route and ended up in behind a big excavator and on the wrong side of the reflector sticks. Mayem ensues – arms waving – reflector sticks being re-arranged – lady in car, instead of going forward thru the re-arranged reflector sticks is now in reverse – more arms waving – her head is on a swivel 0 – she’s panicking – the cars behind her are scattered everywhere, some following her, others on the other side of the reflector sticks, (where they are supposed to be). Finally they get her straightened out and on the right path and I was fortunate enough to be able to continue my commute to work. So sorry small lady driver that I be amused at your misfortune.


My Favorite Animal

Our teacher asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, “Fried chicken.”

She said I wasn’t funny, but she couldn’t have been right, because everyone else laughed.

My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite animal.

I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said they love animals very much.

I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal’s office.  I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.


The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.
I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.

She sent me back to the principal’s office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.

I don’t understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn’t like it when I am.

Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous person I admired most.


I told her, “Colonel Sanders.”  Guess where I am now…

Elastic Hoodie

Just a quick note to the ding-a-lings that designed my hoodie: 

You might want to reconsider placing whippy face flayling elastic drawstrings in the hoods of your garments.

 I managed to catch the drawstring on my stuff that I was putting in the vehicle this morning — it stretched and strettccchhhdddd and strettccchhhddd some more and then when it came loose, it came back at my face at something resembling mach2 speed.  It was like an invisible enemy slapped my face — ‘what the hell WAS THAT?’  LOL.