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Tid Bits & Giggles – Thursday

~ JodiLea ~ 2 Comments

Sorry, I’m late today.

PhoenixGrin  I try to get Tid Bits & Giggles out in the early morning to start y’all with a smile on your face. Friday’s bring us all smiles, so I try not to “waste” a good giggle on Friday. Most of you will be reading this Friday morning, so I suppose you will be the happiest people of all.  😉

It’s been a long week and it will be an even longer weekend because I must finish a task, and distribute reports to our chairwomen this coming Monday.  So far the progress I’m making has been like this: PenguinPush

Please feel free to send me a tidbit or giggle – I will be needing some!

I was on the road half the day today, so I was reading all kinds of signs, and it reminded me that I have photos of some cool ones!

LobsterMeal
You will only see this sort of thing in Maine!

This doormat was on our porch for years!Doormat

 

 

 

 

My favorites (and the ones hubby would not let me put outside):
Funny Doormat

 

 

I really wanted this one (below) in front of my office door at work!!
Rude Doormat

I hope you at least got a smile out of this post!

J

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says

~ JodiLea ~ 1 Comment

MenThinking

This sign was SO true of me. I spent years trying to figure out what my dates/boyfriends/crushes/husband was thinking. Did they love me? Were they mad at me? Did they think I needed to lose weight? Did they wish I was like so-and-so? Arrrgggh!

Hubby finally explained to me that men did not think about their relationships. They thought about “real” stuff. Like guns, trucks, tools and things they watched on Cops. They counted on women to tell them what they do or don’t like. It doesn’t even occur to them to worry about it. Men are content as long as we aren’t complaining. Then he gave me an example.

“You know how you always ask me how you should get your hair done?” he asked.

“Yeah. You never give me your opinion – you just say ‘however you want, dear’.”

“That’s because my answer would hurt your feelings.”

“Why?”

“Because I honestly don’t give a rat’s ass how you wear your hair – I want YOU to be happy with it so I don’t have to listen to cussing and whining.”

“What do you mean?”

Hubby then put his hands on his hips and made his voice high-pitched and prissy,  he rolled his eyes, exclaiming – “Oh DAMMIT, stupid hair”. Then he made a pouty face (that was kinda cute) and stomped his foot and yelled – “I HATE my hair!”

I have to admit that his mimicry was spot on.

Next time you gals start ‘worrying’ about what your man is thinking, just stop yourself. Chances are – he’s not.