debbie downer and dumb blonde jokes
is this what i have resorted to in order to keep an audience?
sharing dumb blonde jokes that my mom sent me in an email this morning.
i felt so like debbie downer this week that i decided to avoid the keyboard at all costs.
rising early to get 3 kids to 2 locations at opposite ends of the same street for state mandated testing can do that to any homeschooling mom. who is used to sleeping in.
ok. so here goes. but don’t get offended. one of my bestest friends is a blonde. my favorite sister-in-law is a blonde. (is that what your color is called, nora?)
Two blondes were going to Disneyland . They were driving on the Interstate when they saw the sign that said Disneyland LEFT. They started crying and turned around and went home.
A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting!
Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, ‘PULL OVER!’
‘NO!’ the blonde yelled back, ‘IT’S A SCARF!’
A Russian, an American, and a Blonde were talking one day.
The Russian said, ‘We were the first in space!’
The American said, ‘We were the first on the moon!’
The Blonde said, ‘So what? We’re going to be the first on the sun!’ The Russian and the American looked at each other and shook their heads.
‘You can’t land on the sun, you idiot! You’ll burn up!’ said the Russian.
To which the Blonde replied, ‘We’re not stupid, you know. We’re going at night!’
A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were. The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex. Her friend said, ‘Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?’ ‘HELLLOOOOOOO……,’ answered the blonde. ‘They’re watch dogs’!
and just fyi: i was blonde at one time in my life. until my son innocently told me: ” you know, if you were a different person and had a different face, that hair would look really good on you.” granted he was 5 at the time. but it really hurt.
have a great weekend friends. it is that time of year again where my kiddos head off to this place with their papa, my dad, who thanks be to God was well enough to take them.
and i, will touch fabric. doesn’t that sound ridiculous? the only fabric i’ve been touching these days is laundry and dishtowels. but i can’t wait to get my hands on 16 yards of soft. light blue denim. i am making slipcovers for the couches in the family room.
wish me luck.
and a restoration of sanity.
and i wish you all the same.