It is
Friday,
here in my part of the
World.
A day in which we like to get our groove on.
That was not always the case in my life.
You see I grew up with an
Irish Catholic Mother.
And she wanted me to become a
Priest.
I went to a
Catholic Grade School
until
8th Grade.
I went to
Church,
as an
Alter Boy
six days a week
and on
Saturdays,
I had
Catechism.
In
High School,
because of my beautiful
High School Sweetheart,
I discovered
Sex!
After that,
can you imagine the double slap in the face I would have received if I had become a
Priest?
First,
I would have had to give up sex,
and second,
I would have had to listen to everyone else talk about their infidelity in the
Confessional Booth!
*****
Raising seven kids,
I was often asked if I had a favorite child.
I would answer,
"Of course I did! It was the one I never had to worry about doing drugs or drinking alcohol while growing up. Had perfect attendance in school and got straight A's in every class. Polite to elders all the time and always willing to help out when asked."
"Wow!"
they would say and then ask me which one was it?
I would tell them,
"It's my neighbor's kid!"
*****
Why can't you hear a
Pterodactyl
going to the
Bathroom?
Because the
P
is silent!
No,
I am not above childish humor.
This is,
Hoping I Started Your Weekend Off With A Good Laugh,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away.”
-Paul Terry -
-Paul Terry -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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