Friday Forwards - #8

It's Friday Forwards time again (my sharing with you of funny emails I get forwarded to me). If anyone ever finds out where these forwards originate, let me know so I can credit the source. Also, if you have some great jokes you receive on your emails, please feel free to forward them to me at Linda(at)Linda Kage(dot)com and I'll make sure they get posted (but they have to be clean--public forum here, remember!!).

The Mean Side of Marriage

At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, "Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?" The other replied, "Yes I am. I married the wrong man."

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A lady inserted an ad in the classifies: HUSBAND WANTED. The next day, she received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing : You can have mine!

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A young son asked his father, "Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?" The father replied, "I don't know, son. I'm still paying."

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Just think, if it wasn't for marriage, men would go through life thinking they had no faults at all.

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First guy says, "My wife's an angel." Second guy remarks, "You're lucky. Mine's still alive."

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A woman's prayer : Dear Lord, I pray for the wisdom to understand a man, to love and to forgive him, and for the patience to withstand his mood. Because, Lord, if I pray for strength, I'll just beat him to death!

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One day, a housework-challenged husband decided to wash his sweatshirt. Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room he called, "What setting do I use on the washing machine?"

"It depends," the wife called back. "What does it say on your shirt?"

He yelled, "University of Oklahoma."

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"It's just too hot to wear clothes today," Jack said as he stepped out of the shower. "Honey, what do you think the neighbors would say if I mowed the lawn like this?"

"Probably that I married you for your money," she replied.

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Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed, gasping for breath and calling your name?

A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.

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Man : "I'm going to make you the happiest woman ever."

Woman : "I'll miss you."

It's the Twelfth!

Know what this day means to me?

Guest Blogging.

Yep, I have agreed to post a blog on both

Romance Books "R" Us

&

Climbing Roses of the Wild Rose Press

on the twelfth day of every month.

So today, if you're in the mood to chat with me on a YA blog, head over to Climbing Roses. If you want something adult and on the steamier side, check out RBRU. Or...if you want to see me at both places, you most certainly can do that too! But no pressure.

Life

Happy May to everyone. Sorry, I'm a couple days late; I've been hunkered down in my lair, actually writing, and man does it feel good to create something new again. It's fresh and exciting and reminds me why I love to write so much. I've also submitted a couple manuscripts to different places. Feels like I'm back in the publishing game. Hopefully, I'll have some good news--like selling another book--in a couple months (cross your fingers)!

In other corners of my life, my little girl is three months old, and she's getting so big. We've had to move up clothing sizes twice now. I don't think she realizes she's still a baby though. She only wants to sit upright these days, can't stand it when you want to cradle her on her back. Ugg. I'm not ready for her to be quite this independent just yet.

I've returned to my day job. Actually, I returned about six weeks ago, but I'm back in the grove there, and going to visit my daughter everyday on my lunch break.

The hubby is ready for summer. His job's been keeping him busy and he can't wait for a break. Usually, he likes to ride his Harley when the weather warms, but since someone he knows recently died in a motorcycle accident, he's been thinking about trading his wheels in for something else. I try not to input my opinions about that and let him make up his own mind, though on one hand, I've love for him to be as safe as possible and sell the dangerous beast, on the other hand he looks really good all leathered up and straddling his hog.

Time has become a precious commodity in my world. Seems like everything I do makes me feel guilty. If I take the time to play with my baby, I think I should be cleaning the house. If I clean the house, I wonder if the husband needs some hubby-time. If I pay attention to him, I worry I need to work on my stories. If I work on my stories, I feel like I'm ignoring my baby. And around the cycle goes again. My blog time has suffered the most. But I try to slip a quick trip through blogosphere when I can.

Yep, I've become extremely domesticated, but I'm lovin' every second of it. I hope your life is progressing to your satisfaction.