These are two emails that I recieved today, and although they have nothing to do with Caroline, they were both so hilarious that I had to post. I hope they make you laugh as loud as I did. It feels good to be able to laugh!
On the first one, be sure to scroll all the way to the bottom.
To my darling husband,
Before you return from your business trip, I just want to let
you know about the small accident I had with the pickup truck
when I turned into the driveway.
Fortunately, it's not too bad and I really didn't get hurt, so
please don't worry too much about me.
I was coming home from Wal-Mart and when I turned into the
driveway, I accidentally pushed down on the accelerator instead
of the brake.
The garage door is slightly bent, but fortunately, the pickup
came to a halt when it bumped into your car.
I am really sorry, but I know with your kind-hearted personality
you will forgive me. You know how much I love you and care for
you, my sweetheart.
I am enclosing a picture for you.
I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again.
Your loving wife.
P.S. Your girlfriend called.
(if this does not make you laugh out loud, you have lost your sense of humor)
The other night I was invited out for a night out with the 'girls'. I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!' Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 am, a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed three times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another nine times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted-solution in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed.... three cuckoos plus nine cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos - MIDNIGHT.)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT' He didn't seem unduly concerned with me. Whew, I got away with that one I thought! Then he said "We need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'oh shit'. Cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."