Sometimes there’s so much to say that one says nothing.
Such is the case in my home (as well as work, albeit to a comparatively far lesser degree).
Home is currently:
in transition if not upheaval
in portions unhealthy
It has shifted dramatically in the past week. That’s all I can and/or am willing to disclose.
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Because who’s harmed by a ha-ha now ‘n’ then?
A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife.
She was a good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch but knew
very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.
She thought long and hard about it and when no one else applied she decided to
hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.
Then one day, the rancher’s widow said to the hired hand, “You have done a
really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels.” The hired hand agreed and went into town one Saturday
One o’clock came; however, he didn’t return.
Two o’clock and no hired hand.
Finally he returned a round 2:30, and upon entering the house he found the
rancher’s widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.
She quietly called him over to her.
“Unbutton my blouse and take it off,” she said. Trembling, he did as she
“Now take off my boots.”
He did as she asked, ever so slowly. “Now take off my socks.” He removed each
gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
“Now take off my skirt.”
He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the firelight.
“Now take off my bra..” Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and
dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked at him and said, “If you ever wear my clothes into town again,