At my age, “getting lucky” means…
finding my car in the parking lot on the first try.
At my age, “getting lucky” means…
finding my car in the parking lot on the first try.
I told my boss I need a raise. Three companies are after me.
Electric, gas and phone.
My wife and I have a system. She makes all the decisions…
…and I make the suggestions she ignores.
People keep telling me I have a coffee problem.
Wrong. I have a no‑coffee problem.
I asked my doctor if I’ll live to 90. He asked if I smoke, drink, or eat steak. I said no.
He said, “Then why on earth would you want to?”
My boss said, “You’ve been late three times this week. Do you know what that means?”
“That it’s Wednesday?”
For our anniversary, I asked my wife what she wanted. She said, “Surprise me.”
So this year, I remembered it.
My wife and I agreed: whoever wakes up first makes the coffee.
I’ve been “asleep” until 9 a.m. for six straight years.
Two weeks ago, my doctor told me to walk five miles a day.
I’m in Ohio now. Can somebody come get me?
My boss caught me napping at my desk.
I slowly lifted my head and said, “…in Jesus’ name, amen.”
I haven’t said a single word to my wife in eighteen months.
I don’t like to interrupt her.
My doctor asked how many cups of coffee I drink a day.
I said, “Cups?” and held up the pot.