No Reason To Laugh

Folks, I'm really sorry about the lack of humor here of late, which to me, is what makes a blog post interesting to write and to read.

I DO realize that for the past two weeks or so, there has been a conspicuous lack of humor in my posts.

I am in pain.

I have a royally screwed up back, and for about two weeks it has given me a level of pain that seems to rob me of my sense of humor. I can still find things outside myself that are funny to be funny, but it is almost impossible for me to BE funny. It's as if that part of my brain that produces sarcasm and humor are now being utilized to deal with the pain and allow me to simply function at work and as a reasonably normal husband and father.

I promise to try to get back with the program as soon as I get my pain under control. Until then, just hang in there with me, ok? (Believe me, I realize I'm not very funny to begin with, but this is ridiculous.)

Since I'm unable to be funny right now, I'll leave you with a funny joke I heard recently:

This guy sees a sign in front of a house: "Talking Dog for Sale." He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks. "Yep," the mutt replies.

"So, what's your story?"

The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered this gift pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running. The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and I wanted to settle down.

"So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

The owner says, "Ten dollars."

The guy says, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheaply?"

The owner replies, "He's such a liar. He didn't do any of that stuff."

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P.S. Blogger isn't letting me upload pics again today! Grrr.