English: A little girl has her first visit to the dentist. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My wife brought our daughter with her today to the dentist office. Since this was my daughter’s first visit to the dentist office the employees mentioned how they would have been able to tell who her father was even if they didn’t know me because she looks so much like me.
They went on to tell my wife that our daughter even holds her mouth like me. When she said this I told my wife I would have to ask them what they meant by that, to which she replied: if anyone would know how I hold my mouth it would be the dentist office!
Just another reason why I love my wife…and daughter.
Note: The little girl in the picture is not my daughter – I just thought the picture was too cute not to use 🙂
You may have heard about a new bride who was a bit
embarrassed to be known as a honeymooner.
So when she and her husband pulled up to the hotel, she
asked him if there was any way that they could make it
appear that they had been married a long time.
He responded, “Sure. You carry the suitcases!”
A blonde watching the news hears that two Brazilian men die
in a skydiving accident.
She sobs and cries, “Oh my, that is so sad! How
many is a brazilian?”
/*I get a joke a day via email and couldn’t resist sharing this. Incidentally, it reminded me to get on TFR and post something (albeit, this is a low quality post). I’ve been busy, busy, busy and hadn’t made time to visit*/
The Hare and the Tortoise is one of my favorite fables:
The hare was once boasting of his speed before the other animals. “I have never yet been beaten,” said he, “when I put forth my full speed. I challenge anyone here to race with me.”
The tortoise said quietly, “I accept your challenge.”
“That is a good joke,” said the hare. “I could dance around you all the way.”
“Keep your boasting until you’ve beaten,” answered the tortoise. “Shall we race?”
So a course was fixed and a start was made. The hare darted almost out of sight at once, but soon stopped and, to show his contempt for the tortoise, lay down to have a nap. The tortoise plodded on and plodded on, and when the hare awoke from his nap, he saw the tortoise nearing the finish line, and he could not catch up in time to save the race.
The moral of the story: Victory does not always belong to the swiftest runner, but to the runner with the most stamina and self-control: http://mbriley.preachersfiles.com/2010/01/07/running-the-race-of-life-every-day/