My goodness, Wednesday is over and I have only done half of what I planned on doing this week!! I'll need another week off to catch up!! Mary Lou and I went shopping yesterday in Burlington, and stopped to watch the movie "Bad Santa". OMG what a waste of money!! I did laugh through the entire movie because it was really STUPID!!! Every other word was F--k. The santa was a drunk, a thief and a woman chaser and cussed at all the kids and even pissed his pants while sitting in his chair. Mary Lou and I were both wondering why the Hell we sat through the entire movie, but I was curious to see if there was a plot. I guess there was, I had to explain it to Mary Lou. hahahahaha
I had a good time shopping. We both were hobbling around with aching backs and knees!!! I used to make a day of shop 'til I drop. Now it olny takes and hour 'til I drop!! My goodness times have changed!!
Today I picked up Santa and we went to the Senior Center in Bayview. They were singing Christmas Carols, and we walked in and passed out candy canes and flirted with the old folks.
Tomorrow and Friday I do it again. It is fun, and it sure put me in the Christmas spirit!!
Here is a nice little story to cheer you up:
"The Ranch Hand"
A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good looking woman, and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied, she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.
Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels."
The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. However one o'clock came and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand. He returned around two-thirty and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine waiting for him.
She quietly called him over to her.
"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.
Trembling, he did as she directed.
"Now take off my boots."
He did as she asked, ever so slowly.
"Now take off my socks."
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt."
He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.
"Now take off my bra."
Again with trembling hands he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
"Now," she said, "take off my panties."
By the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off.
Then she looked at him and said,
"If you ever wear my clothes into town again, I'll fire you on the spot."
