Wednesday, March 15, 2006

To Be Eight Again!

I just made Ric way too happy yesterday! Let's see what he thinks of this one! By the is his Birthday...Stop by his blog and say Happy, Happy to him!

A man asked his wife what she'd like for her birthday.

"I'd love to be eight again," she replied.

On the morning of her birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops, and then took her off to the local theme park.

What a day!

He put her on every ride in the park: the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, every thing there was.

Five hours later she staggered out of the theme park.

Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.

Right away, they journeyed to a McDonald's where her loving husband ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a refreshing chocolate shake.

Then it was off to the movies: the latest Star Wars epic, a hot dog, popcorn, all the Coke she could drink, and her favorite lolly and M&M's.

What a fabulous adventure!

Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted.

He leaned over his precious wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, "Well, Dear, what was it like being eight again?"

Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. "I meant my dress size, you twit!"
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening he's going to get it wrong.

Ooh, ooh...I'm sorry Ric...snort...I really am...snort...not! :-)

Did you ever feel like you were being followed?


  1. Bernita said...
    Oooh, that was dirty, Bonnie.
    jel said...
    poor man, when I read that I felt sorry for him, I think that would have been a blast of a day :)

    beside I have never been a size 8 :)

    take care and God bless
    Denise McDonald said...
    HA! Men! Sheesh!
    Gordon said...
    That is so funny, and I love the picture.
    Crystal said...
    Too funny Bonnie! I read the one before that about the husbands and the 6th floor. My husband would have loved that one.
    WannabeMe said...
    That would have been my husband.

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