Wacky Wednesday

Usually my musings are on health and spiritual matters.  Today, let’s lighten the mood with a Wacky Wednesday!  First, I will start with some  family lore.  Here is the first story:  We were sitting at the table having lunch with my Grandma Froberg.  There was a loaf of homemade bread on the table.  She said to my uncle:  “Bob, throw me the bread.”  He did as his mother requested and out the open window it went!untitled

The second story involves bread also.  My mom was casually dating my dad in high school.  As he resembled Elvis at the time, girls vied for his attention.  Dad took a girl other than my mom to a movie.  My mother approached the girl in the lunch room, called her a name and shoved an egg salad sandwich down the front of her shirt! Now, this may not seem funny; but imagine a bespectacled girl in 1950s style clothing, very prim and proper, a Latin scholar and” straight A” student doing that!



Here are some Wacky Wednesday facts: People spend an average of 6 months of their lives waiting for a red light to turn green. Mc. Donald’s calls its’ frequent customers “heavy users.”  A broken clock is correct two times a day. Wouldn’t it be great to safely drive while asleep?  An albatross can fly while asleep!  Every five years, a woman that uses lipstick daily uses her height in lipstick every five years. Cows kill more people than sharks do. On Jupiter and Saturn it rains diamonds.

To end this piece on Wacky Wednesday, here is a wacky joke courtesy of  http://jokes-best.com/


A father buys a lie detector robot that slaps people when they lie.
He decides to test it out at dinner one night.
The father asks his son what he did that afternoon.
The son says, “I did some homework.”
The robot slaps the son.
The son says, “Ok, Ok, I was at a friend’s house watching movies.”
Dad asks, “What movie did you watch?”
Son says, “Toy Story.”
The robot slaps the son.
Son says, “Ok, Ok, we were watching p*rn.”
Dad says, “What? At your age I didn’t even know what p*rn was.”
The robot slaps the father.
Mom laughs and says, “Well, he certainly is your son.”
The robot slaps the mother.



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