FUNNY, Funny and NOT Funny

I was grocery shopping this evening and my check out clerk was a young man, a bit awkward and a bit ill at ease with himself. He had a ring of eczema around his mouth and was shy and blushed when I spoke to him. He struck me (and I may be very wrong in my judgement) as the type of boy who would have difficulty with social situations and making friends, perhaps teased a bit and labelled a nerd or geek. Having been a real geek myself, and teased in school, I have a soft spot for those that don't fit in. I could be way off in my assessment of him, and hoped I was. But, I was more aware of him than I would have been last Friday morning. He caught my attention in a good way. He had a sweet smile and nice manners. 

He made me think of those young people who are ostracized, loners, misfits, depressed or struggling with mental and social issues. I asked him if he was affected by the current teachers strike, and then we struck up a conversation about his college and his studies of Pop Culture, and how he loved the debate about education going on right now and followed it keenly. He had such worthwhile opinions and ideas about the schools system. Once he got talking he was on a roll, actually holding up the line for a minute. He bade me a jolly and zealous Merry Christmas and smiled a big cheerful grin at me. It almost made me cry. There's something good and interesting in everyone regardless of social skills and appearance. He made me happy and sad at the same time.

On the home front a lovely weekend was had by all. Although I didn't get to feel the baby move, Girl Child felt her little future niece or nephew kicking and got that thrill you get when you first feel a baby moving in a mums tummy. We were able to get Sweet Mama out of the nursing home twice. Once to a garden center that was beautifully done up for Christmas. She helped me carry this large reindeer on her lap as we browsed the aisles. She was giggling all the way. She also came for our early Christmas dinner with the Raz Kids and Auntie. 

I love this photo of Sweet Mama....(she insists on socks and sandals and despite the cold weather we don;t argue any more.) I call her Sweet Mama because she has the sweetest and kindest nature of anyone I know.

My sweet little feral cat Hannah seems to be not well. She lost a bit of weight after she had an incident with a Foster Dog I took in, but seemed to get over that and was eating well again. Boy Child noticed she had lost a lot of weight and when I weighed her today she is down 2 whole pounds. So now I am worried. Vet tomorrow at 3 pm. Please be nothing serious!

Back to the spy cam.....this white suited man in my Florida kitchen is a Mold mitigation Expert. Seems we had a leak under the dishwasher that has destroyed our lower cabinets and they have all been removed. Back splash torn out, counters removed and now cracked.

The mold elimination is done, air quality tests expected tomorrow and cabinet rebuild starting after Christmas. We had Blue Eyes granite, a hard to obtain and pricey granite (came with the house) that is now cracked so we get to pick something else. I am thinking of Carrara Marble instead. But I really need your opinion. Here's the kitchen as it is.

and here's a pic of a house with Carerra and dark cabinets

A kitchen with Carerra ...photo from www.maorhousekitchens.com

What do you think????

and because we all need a chuckle right now  here's your morning funny

(please don't take offense to the swearing)

 A SHORT LOVE STORY
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> A man and a woman who had never met before,
> but who were both married to other people,
> found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room
> on a Trans-continental train.
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> Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room,
> They were both very tired and fell asleep quickly,
> he in the upper berth and she in the lower.
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> At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying, ...
> 'Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet
> to get me a second blanket ? I'm awfully cold.'
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> 'I have a better idea,' she replied
> 'Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married.
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> 'Wow! ... That's a great idea!', he exclaimed.
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> 'Good,' she replied. ... 'Get your own f*cking blanket.'
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> After a moment of silence, ... he farted.
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> The End
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