Az I Laugh At It....
- Now that they are older, Howie and Phyllis are discussing all aspects of their future. "What will you do if I die before you do?" Howie asked Phyllis. After some thought, she said that she'd probably
look for a house-sharing situation with three other single or widowed women who might be a little
younger than herself, since she is so active for her age. Then she asked Howie, "What will you do if I die first?" He replied, "Probably the same thing."
- Nick was waiting nervously in the examination room of a famous specialist. "So who did you see before coming to me?" asked the doctor. "My local General Practitioner." "Your GP?" scoffed the doctor. "What a waste of time. Tell me, what sort of useless advice did he give you?" Nick replied, "He told me to come and see you."
- Sharon: "I had to marry you to find out how stupid you are."
George: "You should have known it the minute I asked you to marry me."
- Susan’s Diary for Saturday: Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, "Nothing." I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep; I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
Bernie's Diary for Saturday: A four putt. Who the hell four putts?
look for a house-sharing situation with three other single or widowed women who might be a little
younger than herself, since she is so active for her age. Then she asked Howie, "What will you do if I die first?" He replied, "Probably the same thing."
- Nick was waiting nervously in the examination room of a famous specialist. "So who did you see before coming to me?" asked the doctor. "My local General Practitioner." "Your GP?" scoffed the doctor. "What a waste of time. Tell me, what sort of useless advice did he give you?" Nick replied, "He told me to come and see you."
- Sharon: "I had to marry you to find out how stupid you are."
George: "You should have known it the minute I asked you to marry me."
- Susan’s Diary for Saturday: Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, "Nothing." I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep; I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
Bernie's Diary for Saturday: A four putt. Who the hell four putts?
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