Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Wednesday morning at 5:00 as the day begins...



Robin Slick acting like an idiot at a sacred monument. Sorry. It just looked climb-able and I couldn't resist.

Anyway...

I got nothing.

I know you are all used to being amused with stories of my kiddies, my rock star pals, or my insane life in general...but seriously, the most exciting thing that happened yesterday was that a dog pooped on my top step (marble) outside and one of the many kids traipsing through here stepped in it and I not only had to clean it off the step, I had to scrub the hallway. And then I hollered and yelled, which is something I really do not do.

So it was a bad day.

But...not entirely. I heard from a very old friend, and he sent me a joke which actually made me laugh out loud. Ready? Okay...here it is:

A big Texas cowboy stopped at a local restaurant following a day of roaming around in Mexico. While sipping his tequila, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking platter being served at the next table. Not only did it look good, the smell was wonderful.

He asked the waiter, "What is that you just served?"

The waiter replied, "Ah Senor, you have excellent taste! Those are bull's testicles from the bull fight this morning, a delicacy!"

The cowboy, though momentarily daunted, said, "What the heck, I'm on vacation -- bring me an order."

The waiter replied, "I am so sorry Senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early tomorrow and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy."

The next morning, the cowboy returned and placed his order. That evening he returned and was served the one and only special delicacy of the day. After a few bites, and inspecting the contents of his platter, he called to the waiter and said, "These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday!"

The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied:

"Si, Senor. Sometimes the bull wins."

Later,
xo

6 comments:

Ellen said...

Lol. I should have seen that punchline coming, but I didn't. Maybe I need more coffee.

Sorry about the dog poop, Rob.

xo

P.S. Neat title today.

Myfanwy Collins said...

Love that photo, Robin. Oh, there is not much worse as far as household chores go than cleaning up trodden dog poop.

xo
myf

David Niall Wilson said...

Enquiring minds want to know what happened with the trashed kitchen (unless that is one of the bad things). I never climbed a sacred monument, but in the Navy my buddies and I got trashed on the island of Crete and staggered through a religious festival...we were not well-received...

D

RobinSlick said...

Ha - thanks Ellen and Myfanwy. Yeah, that was pretty awful. It's like diapers -- you don't mind changing them when it's your own kid or a relative...but this was obviously from a strange dog who was either a stray or whose stupid yuppie owner didn't want to walk their dog in yesterday's pouring rain so said stupid yuppie opens her door (see, I already know who it is or at least have my suspicions though the kids said to me, what are you going to do now, take poop samples of all of the neighborhood dogs so you can have the yuppie arrested?)and her dog walked up the four steps to my front door and pooped there because the dog has a crush on my Monty. Perfect, huh.

David, it was on my way pushing Julie into the kitchen to clean up when I noticed the smell and the first footprint and then all hell broke loose here.

And it's 8:36 a.m. right now and she's back in the kitchen already, compulsively cooking again before leaving for class. Today is another day shot to hell. I have two appointments downtown; it's pouring again, and I seriously need a writing cabin.

katrina said...

Love the pic and the joke!!

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