Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Driving Ms. Conroy
I am happy to report that, one week later, Ms. Conroy is making remarkable progress in her recovery from knee surgery. And, so am I.
Herself is now able to drive the car to small errands around town all by herself, which is no small feat. I'm not sure that's 'allowed' by her doctor, but, she's even thinking of driving herself to Rehoboth Beach this week, if my vacation is delayed.
She'll not get any argument from me.
So, to celebrate the possibility of automotive freedom, here's a wee joke for me Irish lassie. (hat tip to Doug). You will be so kind as to make the appropriate gender translations.
Let the reader understand.
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.
Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.
'Careful,' he said, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW!We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!'
The wife stared at him.
'What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?'
The husband calmly replied, 'I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving.'