Something to tickle your funny bone.

Ok, this is just a joke that was sent to me and I found it amusing (and so true.), so I thought I would post it for you fine folks.
Enjoy.

One morning a husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out.

She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says,
"Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"

"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?")

"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her.

"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading.

""Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."

""If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.

"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.

"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."

"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.

Hee hee.

Houston...we have a mouse.

Good morning all.

It is 4:00 a.m. and I am occupying my time at work by chasing a mouse around the lobby.
I'm not really sure how he got in here...ok, the main doors were left wide open for a few hours, so I have some idea.
Still, I was quite surprised when I looked under the desk earlier and saw the bag in the garbage can was suspiciously moving around.
Garbage bags aren't supposed to do that...Suddenly the little sqeaker popped up, shimmied his way around the rim, behind the can and disappeared as quickly as he showed up.

I called out, "Mouse? Mouse! Where did you go, little mousey? Come out. You are so cute. Yes you are. Mouuuuse..."

Oddly enough, this did not entice him back into the open. Nor did it do anything to make me look non-insane to my co-worker(Who happens to have quite the thing for me, I might add. This situation makes for some awkwardness when attractive males come by the desk...), whom we shall call Speed Racer. He's in a wheelchair. Shut up. It makes sense (and yes I know I'm going to hell.).

Speed wasn't as impressed by the appearance of a rogue rodant as I was. His exact words were:
"They carry disease you know."
My counter: "But he's so cute!"
Yup. That's why I never lasted long in debate.

When the mouse didn't reappear I concluded that he (let's call him Julio) was not so much a rodant as a spirit. A ghost-mouse, if you will.

It made perfect sense to me. Julio had appeared and disappeared without a trace. It was almost eerie. There are very few beings who can appear and disappear so quickly and stealthily.
He was either a ghost or with the CIA. And last I heard the CIA closed down their special mouse ops unit due to stray cats eating several of their undercover agents. So, ghost it was.

An hour went by without sign of Julio. Then another. I had soon pushed my little ghost-mouse to the back of my mind in favour of work-like things (Ok, MSN. Happy?).
I was all by my lonesome when suddenly...I wasn't anymore. I looked up just in time to see Julio shoot across the other side of the lobby.
I leapt from my wheelie chair and bounded over to the couch that he had scurried behind, cooing and calling all the while.

"Moouuuse! There you are! Come ooout cutie. Come on....mouse? Come seee me."

Seeing as how I was alone, I continued in this fashion as I got on my hands and knees to move the couch around.
I don't really know what I hoped to accomplish by doing that. The damn thing was lightining fast plus I really didn't want him to bite me so I wouldn't have touched him.
I guess I was just bored and the mouse amused me. I'm sure I amused the guards monitering the security camera too.

Julio was always one step ahead of me though. Every time I managed to move one section of the couch he was gone to the next. It was slow going as I was afraid I would move the couch and hear a squishy little squeak of mouse death.
When I finally moved the last possible section of couch Julio made a break for the hallway and completely disappeared. Again.
Now I am completely convinced he is a ghost-rodant. I saw where he went with my own eyes but the second I blinked...poof! Mouse-o gone-o. Very weird.

He's like a little mouse magician.
In fact, I am changing his name.
Julio shall henceforth be known as Houdini.

Fitting, no?

Easy to please.

Coolness!

I have now talked to two of the Phantom of the Opera cast members. Very briefly, but there was conversation none the less.
I filled out a work order for one and gave the other the key to his room.

This job rules.

It doesn't take much, does it?