The Joke's On You!
I survived Halloween.
The big news is that when I turned the TV on this morning I realized that Obama's daughter had on the same costume as my daughter, so clearly I'm destined to become a cabinet member. I really hope that it doesn't interfere with my blogging time, but since the country is in a pretty good shape, I'm not too worried.
The other news is that I cleaned out our freezer this morning. I couldn't close it, and naturally let out a blood curdling scream which should have alerted Husbandrinka to abandon everything and rush to my aid, but for some reason he meandered over and said, "I'm trying to work and your screeching is really distracting." Interesting choice of words, wouldn't you say? Then he inspected the freezer, said a few words that I can't mention on this motherfucking parenting blog and then pronounced that the freezer won't close because I stuffed it too full of crap and I had to unload it and restuff it better. If ever Joe the Plumber isn't available, Husbandrinka is here to help!
The last time that I cleaned out the freezer, I came across a fish corpse, so this exercise wasn't without its trauma. Nor was it without its rewards, as I found the frozen meatballs that my mother in law put in the freezer in the summer and alerted the kids that there was salvation from mommy's cooking.
While I was chained to domesticity, I was thinking about my favorite jokes. Here's one:
A man invites his friend over for dinner.
"We're having matzoh ball soup!" he says.
His friend has never had matzoh ball soup before. He's not sure he wants to have it. But finally he tries it and loves it. "This is delicious!" the friend says, "what other parts of the matzoh can you eat?"
Please share your favorite joke! I tried not to set the bar too high so as not to intimidate anyone.