A Great Day

I work on Mondays and Tuesdays. On Tuesday nights, I frequently exclaim, "Tomorrow, it's a Mommy/Dylan day!" He usually just smiles, or says, "Yea".

Yesterday, after we ate breakfast, I bent down to take Dylan out of his booster seat. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms tightly around my neck, placed his head on my shoulder, and hugged me. Then he said, "It's a Mommy/Dylan day! YAY!" What a great start to my day! That was how it began, and this is how it ended...


What a great day!

Bringing Back The Funny

Okay, so I didn't start a revolution with my last post. I didn't receive 1000 comments saying "We're with you. Let's organize a protest, and march down at the city hall". The local papers didn't call to ask if they could print it, and I didn't receive any interview request calls. I got 11 comments, and I'm not sure if anyone else even read the post, or cared enough about the situation to give it a second thought after they finished reading. But, hey, you don't have to care about what I care about, when I care about it. You don't have to care at all, really. I don't mind. I don't sit around dreaming that I am the person who will single handedly change the world. I don't get upset when people don't join in my crusade. I don't sit around and cry, you know.

I know what you were all saying - "That Jen, she's lost her edge. She used to be fun and funny. Her blog used to make me laugh. Lately, she just writes sappy lovey dovey stuff to her husband and kid, and now she's off on some rant about China. Poor thing. She's obviously slipping. Wish she'd go back to the funny stuff".

Well, it is all about you, after all, so you want funny? Okay, funny....I can do funny...
I know! A joke...

Giving up Wine

I was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly
dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a
couple of dollars for dinner.
I took out my wallet, got out ten dollars and asked, 'If I give you this
money, will you buy wine with it instead of dinner?'
'No, I had to stop drinking years ago', the homeless woman told me.

'Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?' I asked.
'No, I don't waste time shopping,' the homeless woman said.
'I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive.'

'Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?' I asked.
'Are you NUTS !' replied the homeless woman. 'I
haven't had my hair done in 20 years!'

'Well,' I said, 'I'm not going to give you the money.
Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my
husband and me tonight.'

The homeless woman was shocked. 'Won't your husband
be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty
and I probably smell pretty disgusting.'
I said, 'That's okay. It's important for him to see what a
woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments,
and wine.'

HAHAHAHA. Wait. Some of you aren't laughing.

How about someone getting hit in the face with a pie? That's always funny.


What about this?


Or how about this?


Or this?



You won't be satisfied until you see a funny video of Dylan, will you?



Hope you're satisfied. I'd do more, but I gotta look for some tissues.