Ok, Ok, Officially...I got nuttin'
Been kinda a crappy week... literally. Septic problems at the Guest Houses. Folks, when the sign says "We're on a delicate septic system, please flush ONLY the toilet paper we provide and avoid dumping bacon grease down the drain" the translation means "flush ONLY the toilet paper we provide and avoid dumping bacon grease down the drain". Any further translation will result in "Bad" words being used.
Paid a fairly significant amount of cash to have a plumber show me how to drain the drain field pipes. Gonna pay an even more significant amount to have them come back and trench the drain field to find where the clogged pipe is and then fix that.
Guess who's gonna pay for that?
Nope, not me. Future Guests are. Wish I could thank that person, in person!
So...In order to get my usual happy-go-lucky me persona back, I spent some time going through our Family's Dad Joke Thread. The Family has been trading Dad Jokes for several years. Gotta bunch of yukster's in that crowd, I do. But...It's good for a laugh so that will be the subject today.
Hope you enjoy!
For the Mathematicians out there.
For those tight fisted ones out there.
For those of you "Well Dressed" guys out there.
Something for those of you "older" guys to consider doing the next time you visit "That!" doctor. I'm going to.
Speaking of Telemarketers.
For those of you High School Football stars out there.
For the Plumbers out there. (And those of you who wish you were plumbers so you could get one too.)
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| My septic guy doesn't have one...yet. It may be my Christmas present to him this year. |
For the Star Trek Fans out there. (A three-fer)
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| If you don't get it, you're not a Star Trek Fan. Skip to the next section. |
For the Computer Geeks out there. (You know who I'm talking about, doncha?)
For the younger readers out there.
For the "Chefs" in the group.
For the Californian's out there.
For the Texan's out there (You know this is true, doncha') Read ALL of it.
This probably won't apply to ANYONE reading this blog, but there are some "Out" there and it fits them to a "T".
For those of you in the North East, beware.
Thanksgiving is coming soon. Think I'm going to try this Turkey Recipe.
Yes, Beans, I'll make sure Mrs. J doesn't have the carving knife in her hands when I bring it to the table.
Speaking of wives. Important Safety Tip.
Finally, a "Thinking" man's coffee cup.
Not really a Pun or a play on words, rather....WORD!
There...I feel much better now.
Now that I got that off my chest, a little mellow music to calm the savage beast.
For those checking up, LJD is down to 3.5 liters of supplemental O2 needed to breathe. The ventilator has been removed and her lungs are pulling that O2 level on her own, no mechanical assistance. Was at 4 liters last week. That measurement is one of the key ones for "Going Home". Zero, AKA breathing on her own, is the goal. NICU staff is VERY happy. I understand little of what they try to explain other than "She's doing Good!". That's good enough for me.
Peace out, All Y'all! I promise I'll be in a better mood next Monday.
