DOUBLE? NO, TRIPLE PUN FUN!

Johns in fine form this morning, LOL.

He comes up behind me, puts 2 hands on my shoulders,

“What are you up to today; are you going to a FlyFest?”

For a bit of information -- about 17 years ago, when I had many young kids running around my house, my pen pal introduced me to a website (when computers were new to us) called FlyLady.net.  Spun off from that website were groups all across the world that would meet every second Saturday of the month.  We were women in all stages of frustration from bad housekeeping skills and too much clutter.

These Saturday meetings let us vent, make new friendships, eat together, and set goals for next month.

So, he thought today was the day, but no, he was a week early on his guess.   I reply, “No, I’m not going to a FlyFest.  Why?”

He responds,  “I know you usually have one near the first of the month.”

Now, remember, his hands are on my shoulders.

I raised my eyebrows, and gave him the one-eyed sideways squint,

“I was going to help you out the door.”

Another example is that later on in the morning, I don’t know who he’s talking to, or what is the subject, or which meaning he intends, but from the kitchen I hear these words,  “I’m not one of those people who stand here and bellyache needlessly.” 

Let that just flow over you.  Take it in.  It’s such a double-triple-decker pun!  “I’m not one of those people who stand here and bellyache needlessly………”

Like I said, John’s in fine form this morning.  Usually this man of mine has what we laughingly call morning fog.  It takes an hour of passing time, cereal, and 2 cups of coffee for him to come to himself.

This morning was a surprise.   Early morning,  sun isn’t quite up, cloudy & dark.

I’m sitting there in the family room talking with Cousin Jack.  He and son Spencer had just stopped in as they had previously made this their meeting place with their uncle, my brother, Gary.  All were headed to a black smith meeting.  Except at this moment, Spencer was test-driving my new truck.  I could see the red tail lights leaving the driveway passing the mailbox.

Well, DH (darling hubby) and I had just yesterday brought home a new-to-us silver Dodge Ram SXT pick up.  This truck is very basic – 2 wheel drive, 6 seats, gray interior with a mix of vinyl and cloth seats, medium length bed, and a simple console of radio and heater controls but no blue tooth and no GPS.

So, here comes John.  In his pajamas.  And believe it or not, he wasn’t acting his usual sluggish self.  Down the stairs he came with energy.

His voice was raised and quite excited,  “Pam!  Someone just drove out the drive with your new truck.   Thank goodness it wasn’t my diesel!

Thank you for reading, hope you had a laugh.