Here kitty kitty

Little Tim was in the garden filling a hole when his neighbour peered over the fence. Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Tim?"


"My goldfish died," replied Tim tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him."

The neighbour said, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it Timmy?"

Tim patted down the last heap of earth, and then replied, "That's because he's still inside your stupid cat."

So.....What's New ?

Hey Gang
I bet you’ve been wondering about my blog. Fact is a quickly as my mind races so goes the boringness of my life. I have had some “outlook” probs but nothing more then that. The summer bugs are biting as they should and I am still in job search mode.
Nothing wrong with you dropping me a note huh….???
Be well TTYS

Justice Denied

A kleptomaniac woman had been caught shoplifting in a supermarket and had to appear in court, taking along her long-suffering husband for marital support.

The prosecution proved that the theft had taken place so the judge told her that, considering her record, he was forced to impose a jail term.

"This time you stole a can of tomatoes. Let us suppose that there were six tomatoes in the can. Do you agree?"

The woman agreed.

"Then I sentence you to six nights in jail."

The husband jumped to his feet, addressing the judge, "Your honour, may I approach the bench?"

"Well," said his honour, "this is somewhat unusual but I will make an exception in this case. You may approach the bench."

The husband wasted no time getting there and, leaning forward, he said in a low voice, "She also stole a can of peas."

Nice !!

Today I was on my way back home from picking up tickets for the James Taylor concert which I won on the Trivia Show on CJAD on Sunday. I traveled by metro. As in most metro stations there was a busker plying his trade for coins kind strangers passing by.
The fact he was playing the accordion was in itself not so different. I would however LOVE to see hear some one playing the bagpipes, ah the acoustics.
But I digress. He was playing a version of O’Canada.
It was magic, not to mention brave.
I gladly tossed a Lonnie into his case and smiled as my train pulled in.