DREADED TASK

Not a fun time. It is my job , since I don't seem to have any real estate activity going on, to paint all the trim in the upstairs hallway. It is not a big space, but there are five doors and obviously the baseboard. Mr. Bob seems to think that this is just a couple hour job, but I beg to differ. Today I taped of all the door trim on each side of the door, taped all the baseboards and the new hardwood floor in the hall, did some caulking and started lightly sanding the varnish. Then, fortunately I had to go to work. Tomorrow more sanding, wiping down and maybe start the primer, but....drum roll please...I have to go show property at noon. Wish me luck, I could use some real estate action to help stimulate the economy.

Here is a joke my boss sent me.

Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, '"surely I can't look that old." Well.. You'll love this one.

My name is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 40-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?

Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School. "Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a mustang," he gleamed with pride. "When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered , "in 1965. Why do you ask?" "You were in my class!", I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.

Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled,fat ass, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-b**** asked, "What did you Teach?"

Enjoy the laugh,
Janet