September 11th Humor

* My husband  is an arm chair athlete. When the commercial comes on he vaults over the coffee table. Faster than a speeding bullet he reloads his drink and snacks and then with a voice more powerful than a locomotive he demands access to the bathroom. All this so he can retake his throne before the game comes back on again. He call this his couch potato triathlon.

@ It was a cold and icy morning and the streets were pretty slick. I was driving a city bus and when I went around the corner from one main street to a side street the bus started sliding. It went across the street over the curb, over the lawn and landed a couple of feet from the front porch of a house. Once I got composed, I opened the door and stepped out of the bus. A man looked out of the house’s front door with a cup of coffee in his hand and called to his wife. “Honey, did you call for a bus?”

After weeks with my colicky newborn so I’m I was at wits end. My husband suggested I try to bond with the baby. In frustration one morning, after my son had been crying for hours, I phoned my husband at work. Before he could say hello, I let my son scream into the receiver. Then I hung up. An hour passed, and my husband finally called back. I asked what took him so long. He said he was in a meeting all morning and when he returned to his desk he found a note saying,  “Your son called.”