Oh, my achin' head...

About work... Unfortunately, the 157 page item I'm editing during the day is such, that I find myself having to touch more than a reasonable share of sentences, rearranging words, inserting articles... I informed The Powers That Be that their estimate of my finishing the job by tomorrow noon is wildly optimistic (I'll be lucky to finish by quitting time Friday).

But that's work, and I don't want to talk about work.

* * *I heard a couple of good ones at the office, though:

At an international convention of beermakers, some attendees get together in the hotel bar after a day of sessions. The waiter comes over to take an order.

The first fellow says, "I'm the brewmaster at Budweiser. Bring me a tall, cool Bud."

The second fellow says, "I'm the brewmaster at Corona. Bring me a Corona, with lime."

The third fellow says, "I'll have a Diet Coke."

After the waiter leaves, the first two guys turn to the third and say, "Hey, you're the brewmaster at Guinness. What's with the Diet Coke?"

"Well," comes the answer, "since you guys aren't having beer, I'd feel embarrassed ordering a Guinness."

Rim shot. For my next performance:

Husband to wife: "I don't understand why God made you so beautiful, and yet so dumb."

Wife to husband: "It's simple, honey. He made me beautiful, so you'd be attracted to me. And He made me dumb so I'd be attracted to you."

Ducks as hook slides out from the wings...

Cheers...